Don't Do It

You don't know what it's like

It came when I was younger. I didn't understand what it was. It's came back and now I understand what it is. I love everyone but I can't let this beat me.

When I was younger I had cancer. I can't remember much of it but I know I was lucky to survive. I remember regaining my strength and defying the odds to become as clever as I was. I was living an ordinary life until a shock result on a regular scan.

It was years later. 'How has this happened?' I thought. I now understood what it was and determined not to get beat off my arch enemy. I knew it would fight dirty but I knew I would beat it again.

The first attempt was a trial that I had to take. It was a mix of chemotherapy and radiotherapy. This was it I was pulling out all the stops to beat the monster.

It was working for about a week as it was shrinking or so I thought.

After the course was over for the week we say and had a weekly review. I had another scan and it had done something unusual. It was wrapping round my neck like a cobra. It was trying to squeeze as tight as it could and it needed to come out. I wasn't getting beat by it.

I was now in surgery to try and remove this beast. It was a long process. I was out for at least 8 hours. I didn't feel anything anymore. I felt a sense of pride I had over come it again. Or that's what I thought.

The next morning I was awoke by my surgeon. I got told most of it was out but there was still some evil there and I had to go through chemotherapy again.

It was tough to take but I knew I had to beat it. This was just another obstacle that the devil had put in front of me. I sat there for a minute and thought I had come so far so I was not giving up no matter what.

A few hours later I found myself strapped to the medication. I already had no hair but the bits growing were abbliterated. I didn't like the medicine it made me I'll but I had to take it to beat the enemy.

Two days had now past and another check up was inevitable. I was just hoping the result was the one I had fought really hard for. I went in to the room.

When I was in the room i saw my surgeon and other doctors looking worried. I then heard 'I'm sorry...'  He said something after but I can't remember what. I was to lost in my failure. I couldn't take it and I walked out crying with my head down in shame.

The next day came swiftly. I had been thinking about how long I had left but I didn't hear. I decided to get out of bed and ask someone. This
Was much harder than I thought. I was deteriorating fast and my muscles were wasting, so it was quite a struggle to get out.

When I finally got out I went for a wander and decided to ask someone how long I had left. The first person I asked got worried I was out of bed and rushed me back. Luckily it was a nurse that was in the room with me. She said I had about 6 weeks left.

When I got back into bed I started planning how to beat the villain. It took a few hours but I finally got it. The first thing I needed to do was get sent home to die. I knew this wouldn't be easy as they wanted to keep me in hospital but I was going to find a way.

The morning arrived and it was time to put my plan into action. I went to reception and asked if I could leave. On reception was the most caring person who was so so nice but soft. She said yes but she had to get me to sign some papers.

The papers were now signed and I was packing my bags until a doctor walked in. He asked where I was going and I said I was going home. He then got annoyed and implied I was just confused and had to stay. He then ran to get someone.

While he was getting someone I decided to run. I ran out of the hospital as fast as I could and recorded a message for my family. All I said was goodbye and I loved them. Now the final stage was yet to come

I found a bin outside the hospital and now the trick was about to happen that would beat the  demon living inside of me. I opened it and realised it wasn't just any old bin. It was a big sharps bin. I grabbed a big handful of needles and started piercing the skin with them.

A few minutes passed and now I looked like a red bloody porcupine. The blood was pouring out but I knew I was beating the enemy. I can't remember much of what happened next but I've been told this is why I am here and I looked like I was swimming in my own blood.

It came when I was younger. I didn't understand what it was. It came back and I now understood what it is. I loved everyone but I couldn't let this beat me.