Cancer took a toll on my life from the start. It took my mother when I was two, my Meme shortly after, Pepe when I was four, and my aunt when I was 7, who had been raising me at the time. My last living relative aside from an unknown father. After all of this, I spent the next 9 years shifted from foster home to foster home, with new “family” and a new school paired with them every single time. Six foster homes. Six. How can a child be put through that? A miracle happened in that sixth foster home though, one that proved to be a life changing event - I blacked out. It was all a blur from the beginning. I heard Robin screaming, but that was foggy. Somebody may or may not have poked me with a toy light saber. Sirens roared in the distance, and I was hauled away to the hospital. I recall it faintly now, it’s but a mere memory in my screwed up childhood. I do remember feeling a freedom I had never known before though, and that was a life changing moment.
“Honey, I’m so sorry… “ The doctor walked in. I couldn’t speak, and my pace of breath went slow. I felt dizzy. It was like time had frozen and all of my fears were suddenly a reality. “We’ve diagnosed you with Ewing Sarcoma.” he said. “Cancer.” was the only word that slipped out of my mouth, and I must have looked absolutely mortified, because the doc walked over to wrap his arms around me in a reassuring hug, as if it would do any good at this point in time. Doctor Grier told me what would need to be done, surgery to remove the tumor along with a combination of Chemotherapy and Radiation therapy. He said chemo could make me frequently ill, but once he got into that I tuned out the world. I tuned it out for seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months. I didn’t want to hear a sound. I didn’t want to die. My only thought was “Why me?” for a long time.
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Author's Note: I would really appreciate more feedback/votes/fans, so if anybody happens to enjoy the story please don't be shy to offer constructive criticism and support! Also, the photo on the side - the top image is Boston in the evening (my own photograph) the map is of Boston Children's Hospital (If you've never been, they're super nice there and definitely the best to go to if you are terminally ill or just need tp go to a hospital!) The other is the ribbon of awareness for Mik's type of Cancer - Ewing Sarcoma! Also, PLEASE vote! This story is entered into the Watty Awards and it would mean the world to me to get it well-known! If you like the story, please don't be afraid to vote/send me suggestions for the story/let me know about spelling errors! Thank you so much! <3
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FanfictionMikaela is a 16 year old orphan, whose fate is dependent on the one thing that’s always changing it: cancer. Her dream is to have what she envied others for, something that she never had before, a REAL family. When she winds up in the hospital with...
