My Last Summer

Chapter 1 - Florence Olivia White.

Here is my second story that i am passionate about. What do you think? Its going to be a bitter sweet story about a teenage girl - Flo, who is diagnosed with terminal cancer and wants one last summer.

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So my name is Florence Olivia White. Flo for short. I am 16 years old. And I am a cancer patient. It's terminal. This will be my last summer here on earth. Next year I will be floating around in the sky playing with other souls and stars. Hopefully pain free and starting my life as a pure memory. Living seems fun. But dying seems like an awfully big adventure.

 

I have the most amazing 3 best friends: Ruben, Rosie and Tilly. Together they have helped me through all my treatments. My sickness and operations. The crying, midnight calls and many A&E/hospital visits. But together with the power of my doctors and the support of mum and dad we decided to forget about the secret C.

 

For my last summer on this earth I want it to be the best it can be. I want to live my last memories and last few months to the biggest extreme I can. I want a summer fling, to go to festivals, to go to the beach, to watch the sun set and sunrise, to drink alcohol, to eat as much as chocolate and ice cream as possible.

 

I want to feel free. Feel free of hospitals, medicines and doctors. I know it's a lot to ask, and it will never happen. But I have learnt to be positive, I never know when my last few seconds will be. When I take my last few gulps of oxygen before I become another bubble being blissfully blown by an innocent child.

 

I got the diagnosis last year. 9th January 2010. That was the day my life changed, the exact minute runs through my head a million times a day:

"Mr and Mrs White, Florence, i am so sorry, but you have liver cancer. There are treatments available and we will offer them to you, starting next week with chemotherapy. The earlier the better."

My mum told my school and the excused me from school for a year or two. But After a year and 7 months of trying all the treatments; radiotherapy, chemotherapy and having the lumps removed. The cancer started spreading and I said enough is enough. I don't want to fight the battle I was losing with myself anymore. That was the day my doctor said if I didn't have any treatment I was going to die. I refused anymore treatment and after hours of discussion I became a terminal patient, and that this year - 2011 - will be my last. It didn't shock me. But what else could I do? Continue being cut open and having parts of me chopped out as I was rejecting them, I was attacking them? Continue losing the hair on my pillow every night? Continue vomiting 24/7? No.

 

I am one of the lucky few people on earth who can see the good side f everything. I saw this minor hiccup in my short life as being the start of my final chapter. The beginning of the end of life as I will always know it.

 

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