The Diagnosis

The Diagnosis Chapter 1

That day had to be the worst ever. Not just for me. My family and friends too. How could this happen to me? This can't be real. This must be a nightmare...

It was a warm morning in April when I was jumping on my trampoline in my yard. I felt a little tired and fatigued, but I didn't think anything of it.

"I am just exhausted from jumping" I thought to myself, "It'll pass in a minute after I catch my breath"

But it didn't. I felt that way the rest of the day. I had trouble breathing. I am very active and can run a mile in a good 8 minutes, no problem. I could jump on my trampoline for a good 20 minutes straight, without stopping for breathe. This was very unusual for me. I tried to think of it as a cold starting, and sighed.

The next day i felt the same though... but i could've sworn I looked skinnier than usual. I thought maybe I just got a good workout in gym class the day before. But it wasn't that. Everyday, I appeared skinnier, and skinnier, until my ribs were starting to become obvious through my skin. I was already thin as I was, and I was eating normally. I was losing a lot of weight in a little amount of time. I kept to myself about it though. I then started noticing that I was getting injured more than usual. I love exploring in the woods behind my house, and I can also be clumsy, but the thing is, I usually don't get huge bruises and cuts after exploring. This concerned me a little so I decided to notify my mom of my odd symptoms.

"Hey mom...?" I exclaimed while walking over towards her room

"Yes honey?!" she asked worryingly being her overprotective self, and knowing I don't ask for much from her.

"I... uh... I don't know... I seem a little off recently..." I admitted

"I noticed, actually, but didn't bother asking, because I didn't want to worry you. What exactly is wrong? I'm sure you know better than me!" she said trying to lighten the mood

"I have been... getting out of breath and tired more easily than usual... and I think I am losing weight!" I added as I lifted my over-sized t-shirt

"Oh my! You really have! Have you been eating normally?"

"Of course! I feel very fatigued, and weak, and have less energy..."

"Maybe you are sick?"

"Maybe... but I also bruise WAY more easily, and when i get small scratches, they bleed way more than they should!"

"That's definitely not good. Have any of your bones been hurting at all?"

"Actually, now that you mention it, they have.. It's almost like they are straining..." I admitted as I looked at my thin, usually muscular legs

"I am going to have you sleep in tomorrow. I will take you to Urgent Care to see what's going on"

"Okay...." I sighed

"What's wrong? Shouldn't you be happy to miss school?"

"Yeah... I just feel dizz-"

"Whoah! Go wipe your nose!!"

"Ahh! I can't get blood on my shirt!!"

I went to the bathroom to clean up my bloody nose with toilet paper and I started to get very, very dizzy. I sat down on the bathtub to breath, and the next thing I remember is my mom faintly shouting my name...

"Bella? Bella! BELLA!!"

I woke up and I was in a strange room and I sat up, looking around to see my mom asleep in a chair next to me. I noticed I had a "blood pressure thing" on my finger and realized... I was in a hospital bed. I found my mom's phone, and checked the time. It was 2:20 am!