As a kid, I had a doctor appointment every month on the 30th, and we didn't even have to schedule it anymore. All of the nurses knew me, and got excited when I came in. I was diagnosed with cancer two years ago, in grade ten, when I was 15.
As I started to get older, my heart condition grew bigger and bigger. It has covered almost all of my heart with this tumour, but there's nothing they can do besides chemo, and even that's not working.
Last year, my heart condition shrunk to about half of its size, and got all of us excited, but then we shortly realized that it's the kind of tumour that fools you, and will most likely come back about a year later, which it did.
My tumour in my lungs (which is the cancer) and on my heart is now so serious that next week we have to fly to New York, to a bigger hospital which has nurses with a higher education than here, in Newfoundland.
When I was just a little infant, I was hooked up to several different machines to help my heart keep beating, and a nurse would always be around me, so if my heart ever stopped, she could do this and that to get it started again. I spent the first year of my life in the hospital with only visits with my parents here and there. The last visit they ever paid me was to tell the nurses that they were putting me up for adoption because the hospital bills were going through the roof.
I guess life isn't meant for everybody.
