Focused

Nine Months Later

nine months later

I stood in the hall looking in a mirror placed upon the wall. The circles under my eyes had almost completely faded and you could see hair starting to grow back on my head. You've probably guessed it already. 

It was described as a "touch" of cancer. To me, it was not just a touch. It was more like a shove or a punch. And yes, Chemo kicked my scrawny ass. I lost at least 40 pounds if not more. Other than my "touch" of cancer things were just the same. For the most part. Kary still loved sneaking out and going out to parties. Aunt Jade and Uncle Tom treated me as glass. Like I would break any minute. Kary would cry at random times when I was at my worst. I just didn't get it though. There were other people out there with worse problems then me. I had thought about dying during the fourth month (my worst). Truthfully, it didn't seem that bad. The shape I was in, it would have been a blessing. Carter still came to visit me as much as he could. He was the only one that acted like his normal self around me and I loved him even more for it. He still called me beautiful and that's how I knew that I loved him with all of my heart.

Now that things were better, I was thinking about the future more. It was June 12. School had finished May 21st. I had basically missed the whole year. I took online classes and did pretty well. Kary told everyone about my "touch" of cancer. I got lots of flowers and cards, balloons, magazines, movies, and a small group of people got together to raise money for my treatment. It was all pretty sweet, but I barely even knew anyone. After all, I went to school for one day. 

Kary was starting to surf 24/7 and she was amazing. Every time I asked her how she could surf so much, she would laugh and say 'It's the Florida pass time'. 

Carter and I hung out every second that we could. He had decided to start taking summer classes at the local university. He wanted to be prepared for senior year and college. 

Also, as I looked in the mirror I saw a completely new me. So much of my life had changed. A year ago, if you asked me what I saw myself doing a year from now, I would have never guessed this. 

My point is, life is sort of like a camera. During the hard times, you focus on what is important. Cameras teach us to look at things in a new way and in different perspectives. You see life in a more beautiful way. That's what I like about them I guess. I hadn't picked up my camera in months and I didn't really need to. Life was beautiful and I didn't need a camera to see that anymore. 

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Well, Focused has concluded. This was my first novel, so it's very...messy. I love each and every one of you and I thank you all for reading this story. :)

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Katie