The cold March air swept through and made me shiver as I'm watching the night sky on my wheelchair on my balcony. The foreign breeze made the leaves rustle and listening to "Sky Above New York" by The Oceans made it more dramatic. Plus, my eyesight isn't that good anymore, the streetlights outside looked blurry and it was slightly raining too. Kinda melancholic but it's peaceful.
Delivered at 7:55 pm
Naomi: Where are you? I've been waiting for hours already!
Sent
Being alone here for goddamn knows how many days ills me more. I already memorized every little detail of my room so it is becoming boring here. What I wanted was adventures, the vigorous ones. Sadly, the doctors had to say no because my body can not afford to go all out anymore. It still pains me to think about it. I suggested to my mother to avoid hospital admission anymore because the blandness of the place steers me to death, figuratively. I offered to stay at home to let myself breathe from the omnipresent smell of antiseptic but curse it, my parents hired a private nurse to look after me. The thought of it made me annoyed. The money we used to pay for the nurse was supposed to be used for our new house but cancer sucks.
Seen at 8:02 pm
James is typing...
I was 16 when I was diagnosed with osteosarcoma. Being Naomi Elise Ramirez was all about youth, vibrancy, adventures, positivity, and fun. I had already planned what was going to happen in my life but it was ruined by a simple event that led me to the bottom. I tripped and sprained my ankle while James and I attempted to trek to the summit of Mt. Kanlaon. That day was supposedly fun, however, I was rushed to the hospital.
It was just a simple sprained ankle but the doctors diagnosed that I have a type of bone cancer.
It was already stage 2 so my family had to choose between two options: my legs will be kept if I chose chemotherapy but there are a lot of risks or to completely erase the cancer cells, amputation is the advisable choice.
James replied to you: Stop that.
Seen at 8:02 pm
Naomi: You probably won't see me alive because of your lazy ass.
Delivered at 8:02 pm
You see, I'm Naomi Elise Ramirez, a mountaineer, so I thought that maybe if I choose chemotherapy, I will go back to normal.
I convinced my parents to choose the rather riskier choice: chemotherapy. I was so positive towards them that I could still be healed. I could still see myself doing things I used to do, where I could use my legs again - to climb mountains and to run for another adventure. I was so positive that I will be cured of cancer.
Our wish was granted.
We were very glad when the doctors notified us that cancer reacted to my treatments so I was completely in remission. After 3 years of going back and forth to the hospital, finally, I could be free! I went back to action again but it was not as vigorous as before. My body was recovering from all the fatigue. I told myself that it was alright. I was a cancer survivor and that thought was a reminder for me that all will be okay as long as I have my legs.
I was free to run and chase my dreams.
Or so I thought.
I collapsed again. The remission lasted for just about 7 months. It was just a fleeting moment. A short-lived freedom.
