A/N This is a small opening. Very small but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
I stared, unblinking at the screen in front of me, the informative search results were very helpful. I didn't want them to be helpful. I wanted them to discount the word of every doctor we'd seen, every test result which had flooded through our letter box in pristine clinical white envelops. I didn't cry or scream because that was my mothers job, I was silent but inside I was angry and burning up like a hot sun. But through it all I only stared at the screen;
leu·ke·mi·a/lo͞oˈkēmēə/
Noun: A malignant progressive disease in which the bone marrow and other blood-forming organs produce increased numbers of immature or abnormal leukocytes, suppressing the production of normal blood cells.
That was me, Jade Harris Leukemia on legs. Walking dead girl. Miss. I'm-so-sorry-for-you, or I-know how-your-feeling. What you don't know, is that you do know. You know how I'm feeling because inside your all dying too, only slower and without a flurry of doctors using you. You don't get used as their guinea pig, assuring that this time I'm sure we have the right medication for your daughter miss so please calm down.
I couldn't feel tears. One thing they were certain on; I wouldn't make sixteen. I wouldn't make 3 months.
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Superwomen.
Romance"Your dealing with this really well." This is a phrase I'm hearing a lot lately, something all the doctors and nurses think I care about hearing. No, I just want to dissapear into their pristine white tiled floors and uneven lumpy couches. That's j...
