Brain cancer, also known as a brain tumor. It's a cancerous or non cancerous mass or growth of abnormal cells in the brain. Some common side effects are Epilepsy. Epilepsy is when your nerve cell activity in the brain is disturbed, causing seizures...
"I never want to leave this sunset town But one day the time may come And I'll take you at your word And carry on I'll hate the goodbye But I won't forget the good times I won't forget the good times" - All Time Low
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Recap
"We could go to one of those cute antique shops uptown and get you more decorations for this boring old office." I replied happily. I love those antique shops, they're honestly so amazing. They just make me feel some sort of way.
"Sure, honey. Let me get my shoes on and we can go." I smiled to myself, this was going to be fun.
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You are now entering the diary of Daykota Linnel
Don't read unless you want to die ;) jk, but not actually
So scram
It's been a week since I've been told I will die, and today was absolute crap. I had major headaches that felt like a rush hour in my head. I keep getting even more distracted then I normally do, which isn't good. Obviously. And I felt nauseous almost all day. I did talk to Merida, though. I told her of the news, and she cried. I cried. Some of the nurses cried. Merida told me over and over how much she'll miss me, and my candies I brought her. She told me how much she loved me, and considered me a grandchild. That made both of us cry more. I stayed with her until she fell asleep, and then I left.
Dad worked late today, so I ate food and watched TV. I will admit, that dumb gossip show has me hooked. And Spongebob has me hooked, but I've been watching Spongebob for a long time. I decided that I would stop watching TV and do something productive. I turned up my depressing, but good, music up and danced until I felt dead (ha I'm hilarious). I just sang after that and ate some more.
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Ugh I really hate being bored, but I just drew that in my diary and it's not too shabby. But anyways, wait what was I saying before this? I can't remember. Also, this page in my diary may or may not be stained with Cheeto dust... oops.
I have something to say... and it's really sad. I was sitting at the desk by my window, reading a book. Normal, right? Well, I was reading it without any distractions until I saw two squirrels chasing each other. SQUIRRELS. I spent the last five minutes watching these damn squirrels chase each other around my yard. That's not even the worst part. After I realized I was getting distracted, I stood up and decided to get a book to read. I HAD FORGOTTEN THAT I WAS ALREADY READING ONE. I've been laughing for a while and it's not even funny. Just stupid. My symptoms for my brain cancer have been so bad lately, I'm getting much more distracted. And I'm forgetful, but I always was. And I always will be forgetful and distracted. Ugh what am I even writing.
I read a few things I wrote in here just to relive the memories. I'll share a few, even though this is my diary and if you've read through it, you should already know these stories. But oh well.
I was reminded of the time I sucked the ink out of a black expo marker in fourth grade. I was sitting next to my best friend, who was held back for a few years. He was like four years older than all of us, but that made him super cool. He decided that I should lick the tip (hehe) of a dry erase marker. I decided to be a little more spontaneous and suck (oof) on the marker. Have you ever had a strawberry milkshake? Do you know that feeling of when a chunk of strawberry gets stuck in the straw and you're sucking very hard (wow) to get it out? And then when you do, all of the milkshake that was building up behind the strawberry comes crashing into your mouth and chokes you? That's kind of what happened with the marker. Except no strawberries, just a bitter tasting ink. My friend and I were luckily sitting in the very back next to the sink. When the ink went in my mouth, I ran over to the sink and tried to spit it out. It looked like a demon had possessed my body, my spit was really black. As if there was no spit at all, just the black ink from the marker. I had the taste of that ink in my mouth for days. It was awful, but I laugh at it now.
I was also reminded of the time I lost that same best friend in fourth grade. (WARNING, TO WHOEVER'S READING, I TALK ABOUT HUMPING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.) I was on the playground by the monkey bars, watching the boys play basketball. One of my friends dared me to hump my best friend, who was also playing basketball. I was like 'girl, I will. Watch me'. So I walked down to the blacktop area they were playing in and ran around to one side. Then the other side. Then I went BACK to the other side. Literally all I did was run across the basketball court. It was dumb. Once recess ended, I found out someone had told on me and the other girl involved. During the rest of the day, every 'witness' got called to the hallway for questions. Everyone who heard the dare was asked if I had touched the boy in any way. Even the boy was asked. They all said no. Except for the girl who dared me to do it. She said I did touch him. At the end of the day, my teacher talked to me and the girl, lecturing us and what not. Since that day, the boy and I haven't talked. He was my best friend, and we both made each other laugh so hard. It was a dumb thing that happened, really. And I lost a best friend because of it. But it doesn't matter now, I guess. He moved away in sixth grade and I haven't heard anything about him. We used to keep a streak, but we ended it in the eighth grade. Real pathetic honestly.
Ooh yay my dad just got home, and I promised to make him a milkshake. I got to go, um yeah bye.
-Day
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A photo of Derek at the top.
Okay, okay. I know this was short, but bare with me. It's been a stressful week with a ton of testing, I'm sorry I couldn't write a ton. I don't know if I should write more of these diary entries, or not.
Also, the two memories of Day and her best friend are actual true stories from my life hehe. And to answer any questions about it, I didn't die from ink poisoning. I'm still here. And I really did lose my best friend because of a dare. It was fourth grade, though. It was honestly irrelevant lol.
And I also drew that eye. I've been practicing my skills for a couple years now. I guess it's good, until you look at what other people can draw lol.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy your day, or you did enjoy your day. If not, It'll get better. I suck at encouragements, sorry. Haha I'm so awkward.
