Risking it All

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Cancer sucks. My life in two words. But it didn't start out that way. Like lasts year in freshman year of high school we had to write about a defiant moment in our lives. So I wrote about getting my leg amputated. What did I get? An A? No. Not even a B. I got an F and a phone call to my parents from the school's guidance counselor.
It all started when I was 13.
I started feeling a little sick over the course of the year. But when my yearly appointment came up, I was delivered shocking news about my left leg. And let me tell you, you'll never forget the day the doctor says you have a tumor in your leg. For some reason, they couldn't get the tumor out. Thy said we had to "wait a while." I was actually happy about it. If they have to wait to take it out, then it might not me that serious. And maybe it'll shrink or something. But here's the thing about cancer, it doesn't get better. Not unless you have the surgery, unlike me. "
And so I waited. I went through radiation and loosing my hair, which really depressed me. And school and everything just got in the way, making it worse. Like there were some days when I felt great. And there were some where I felt like shit and stayed home in bed all day. But it was just a mess trying to live with a tumor in your leg.
But it didn't get bad until that Wednesday in March when I passed out. It was fourth period, English, and I was simply taking notes on To Kill a Mockingbird, when the next thing I know, I'm passed out on the ground.
An ambulance came and took me to the hospital, as so my friends say and I was fine. "It was just the cancer," the doctors said. Yeah, just the cancer.
Two days later, I got worse. I was home in bed on Twitter when my world went black. The tumor got worse and I had slipped into a coma. I was rushed to the hospital and while I was still unconscious, the doctors told my parents the news. "We have to amputate it," they said.
Never had five words ever been more scary. And this was all still while I was unconscious. Waking up from a coma can be scary, I guess. But waking up from a leg amputation, now that was scary. So I guess Mrs. McKee was right about my paragraph about my leg.
It's wasn't defiant; it was terrifying.