I woke up to that familiar sound of the beep and 24 hour commotion of the hospital. I got up wheeled my cart with me to the small bathroom that consisted of a glass shower, might I mention there was no door to the bathroom. I undressed from my pajamas and situated my cart so that my tubes still connected to my face and brought air to my nose so I could breath. I turned on the hot water and let it warm me up.
Most people say hospitals are warm, but I find them cold. Maybe that's just me. I washed my long brown hair for a good few minutes. I wasn't trying to impress anyone, I mean how can I impress anyone with the tubes attached to my face?
I turned the water off and dried off I went over and put on the hospital gown that was laid out for me. I had to have test done today.
Yay.
I laid back in the uncomfortable bed and looked at the boring clock on the wall. I starred at it for a while but was interrupted when my nurses came in to set up for the tests. As they bustled around me I thought of the days where I could actually be at my own home. I started feeling my lung cancer when I was 17 late last year. It started to get worse. I couldn't help coughing all the time. I put off my parents taking me to the doctor. I thought it was just a bug. But when that morning (August 15) that I coughed up blood they literally dragged me the hospital. They kept me over night and diagnosed me with lung cancer.
Worst night of my night. Obviously.
My parents cried more than I did.
A nurse stuck a needle in my arm and I just looked at it. I've been at the hospital ever since. The doctors have done an amazing job of keeping my tumors from growing. I only had tumors in my right lung. I was grateful but I was going to die anyway.
It's just something you know, and I've embraced it.
An hour past and the nurses finally took all the extra tubes and needles off/out of me and walked out shutting the door behind them. I decided to get up and visit Lucy. I changed into some sweatpants and a plain T-shirt. I rolled my cart with me out the door.
I walked down the hall towards the children wing. Lucy was a 8 year old girl with Leukemia.
She was a beautiful bright little girl. She fights so hard too, her treatment is going good, they believe that she is going to be a surviver. It just warms my heart. She is my favorite. I walked down the childrens wing and went to her shared room with another little boy who had Leukemia as well, but he wasn't doing very well.
I knocked and opened the door. Lucy was sitting on her bed reading a book. She looked up at the sound of the door.
"Amy!" She smiled brightly. I walked over to her and sat next to her on the bed.
"Whatcha reading sweet pea?" I asked looking over her shoulder at her book.
"A One Direction book! Mom and Dad got it for me, I like them they're awesome!"
I chuckled. I heard about them, they were huge boy band in that outside world. I looked at the cover and the tall one with the curly hair standing next to the only blonde one caught my eye. I liked his curly hair.
"Can I read to you?" I asked and her eyes twinkled and she shook her head up and down. I grabbed the book and leaned back against the headboard. Lucy laid against me. I read about the 5 boys. I didn't really take in the imformation as I read I just read outoud letting my mind wander about something else.
We were almost done with the book when Lucy's nurse came in with some test equipment. Lucy whimpered a little, she hated needles. I kissed her head and help my thumbs up to her and walked out and back to my room.
Room 219.
I opened the door and found my parents in there waiting for me. I hugged them both. It's not like they didn't come to see me very often, but they have to work full time almost everyday. To pay for my treatments.
"What's up guys? You seem nervously excited."
My mom chuckled a bit. "Well the hospital has a surprise to tell all the cancer kids tomorrow. "
I furrowed my brows. "What surprise?"
"Well if I told you it wouldn't be a surprise would it?" She asked in her motherly voice that I missed.
"I guess not." I mumbled.
