Don't feel sorry for me.

I remember last year, when I first found out I had cancer. I was luckily at stage one so they were capable of stopping it. I joined track and field, everything was perfect. Until my legs stopped, I was gasping for air. I was taken to the hospital where they said my cancer had quickened, and a couple of cells multiplied within the time. My last year of kemo, my hair is completely gone, and I'm treated like a monster, sometimes I wanna give up... End it all. But when you meet important people like I do, you just feel more thankful that you've even been alive to gasp air. So here it goes... My journey, but please... I'm only 17, don't feel sorry for me.