Cancer Card

About me....

Hey, my name is Autumn. Autumn Mae Coleman. I am a sophmore in high school. I love dance, talking with my friends, (boys of course) and pretty much every basic girl need. Except for the fact that I need a new bone marrow. You guessed it, I have cancer. I remember the moment like it was yesterday. Age 14, freshman. I was throwing up for about 2 weeks, started getting random bruises on my legs and arms, and I felt dizzy pretty much every time I stood up. I would miss days and days of school, sometimes many weeks straight. My parents began to worry about me, so they brought me to the hospital to run some blood tests. About 2 weeks later, I was back at school and feeling fine, because I could finally keep my vomit in my mouth, gross. Tell me about it. And then one random day in math class, I was called to the office. I got the normal reaction from my classmates, “now what’d you do?” I sat up trying to going on. The truth came right out. My mom was holding back tears, and my dad was keep my balance, my head feeling like I just got off of a loopy roller-coaster. As soon as I got down to the office, my parents were sitting there. I tried to think about what I could of done wrong, but by their facial expressions, I knew that there was something way more intense comforting her while she spoke with teary eyes and red cheeks, “Autumn, we got the test results back from the hospital about an hour ago, and the cancer status is positive.” As soon as I heard that, my body froze and I tried to speak, but no words came out. I was dizzier. I had no clue what to do. I wanted to just give up. I hated the thought that I would lose my long, brown, curly hair. No more dance. No more social interaction with anyone. I literally wanted to just sit there to wait, and pretend it was all just some stupid dream. But that was reality. Now 7 months later, I guess that I have accepted the fact that I practically am dying and soon will be dead. No questions asked.

Well, that’s my wonderful life story. Pretty exciting, huh? Well, getting off of the topic of death, let’s talk about my parents. Their lives basically consist of ruining mine, I mean, I know that they're trying to love me and help through cancer, but seriously. Everything and anything that could possibly be fun, or a little bit thrilling for me, they pull the cancer card, “Oh no, that’s not good for someone who has cancer to do,” or “that might be dangerous because of your cancer.” But that’s not the worst of our family trials. My brother died 2 years ago from a drug overdose. My parents became really cautious of me right then. Every little move, I’ll tell you. I feel like a prisoner. I couldn't even go to my school’s homecoming dance! I mean, there’s not much to it, actually. There’s just a bunch of dressed up brats with their makeup caked on, and their overly obsessive boyfriends. Plus, what guy would want to go with a bald headed freak! No one, well at least that’s what I thought.