The drive down to Worthington sucks.
It's so long and boring.
But sooner or later we finally arrive.
My mom and my older sister Bryn grab our things out of the trunk and we walk into the doors of the hospital.
"Good morning Miss Addison." my nurse Rachel says.
I groan.
Then smile, because she knows I don't like chemo but she knows I like coming to see her.
I don't know why, but she just always makes me happier.
Most of the time.
At age 13 I was diagnosed with cancer.
I beat it.
Now it's back 4 years later.
I know what you are probably thinking.
"Oh, that poor thing!"
"I would trade places with you if I could honey!"
Now, that second one irritates me just a little bit.
Think about it, would YOU honestly trade places with a 17 year old girl who has had cancer once and now has it AGAIN.
Most people would say yes, but deep down inside they wouldn't.
Cancer takes a toll on you, no matter what type you have.
I wouldn't wish it upon anybody, even my worst enemy.
Because this is the most miserable I have ever been through.
Literally.
