Today was the beginning of December.
I found Kyle much less irritating now that I was pretty much past the whole 'he assaulted me' thing.We played scrabble all the time now. I always won, and I always teased him. After all a piece of my brain was missing.
I slept all the time since there was pretty much nothing else to do.
I loved to read. I had reread at least 15 books that I loved before my memory loss in around 5 days.
I had to go to physical therapy sometimes, although I don't know why.
My motor skills were fine, I was told they actually improved.
The doctors didn't really share much about my condition with me. They talked to my parents all the time but even they kept things from me. I knew it.
If I wanted to wander the halls I had to tote around an IV pole.
Even though weeks had passed I was far from healthy. I could tell my the way the doctors and nurses used gentle word, gentle gestures.
My hair had grown out a little bit. It partially covered my forehead. I could see what my friends have meant when they said my hair was untamable.
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Sincerely, Sara
Novela JuvenilSara Trithe is 14, and her life is finally seeming to come together, when it falls apart. Sara has a cancerous brain tumor and limited days ahead of her. How long can she keep her secret, and her life?