My first day of chemo...
I wake up, my head is foggy and the conversation that happened the night before haunted my thoughts. I heard voices in the room.
"Yes ma'am. Her first Chemotherapy session does start today." It was the girl doctor from the day before, Vanessa. She was talking to my mom.
She walked over to the sink and grabbed a pair of gloves out of a box. Then she got my needle ready and started to make her way to my bed. It was a big needle filled with a clear, thick fluid. I felt a cold hand being placed on my left arm as she wiped it down with a antiseptic cotton ball. She placed her fingers around the needle and pushed it into my upper-arm. I winced as the fluid rushed into my arm, but it was soon over and I was back to sleep.
A few months later....
I was finally used to getting chemo every week and the shots weren't very painful anymore. The doctors even allowed me to go home, but there was a catch. You see, my life changed in those few months...I had to start using a machine that gave me oxygen sometimes. Four hours a day, every day of the week. Anyways, the catch was that I needed to make sure I used the oxygen tank for four hours a day at home, too. And I also needed to use it while I was sleeping. I agreed of course and I was soon on my way home.
When I got home, I went straight to my room and switched on my breathing machine. I put a timer for four hours on my phone and switched on the TV. Coincidently, there was a commercial about cancer patients on the channel. The music is the background was Be Happy. It was a song my dad and I used to sing all the time when I was little. A tear escaped my eye as I recalled the event. I hummed the tune since it was hard to sing with the mask covering my mouth. Soon, the commercial was over and I enjoyed my favorite show from before I went to the hospital. "Mako Mermaids."(I was twelve, don't judge)
Four hours later
My alarm went off, playing "Roar by Katy Perry." I turned it off and got off the bed. I pushed the button on the machine to turn it off and I took off the mask. The machine could roll just like a suitcase so it was easy to transport places but it was kind of loud. I rolled it into the corner of the room near my dresser. I then turned off the TV and walked into my bathroom. I stared into the mirror at myself. My blue eyes, my yellow sundress, my freckles. Only one thing was missing..
My hair
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Teen FictionCarly is now 18 years old. She went to WindyBrooke Middle School, Kentucky. She started to feel ill and soon was diagnosed with cancer. She is going through chemo, and she doesn't think she can make it. Do you think she will make it in one piece...
