Everyone imagines their future; mine was very detailed. Four years ago my future became an unattainable dream. A dream that’s now seems superior to me, when it was once a reality. I think this nightmare started in April; snorkelling with mum, dad and Rachel at the reef. I remember feeling a little unwell, however, I blamed it on the sea and kept nibbling at my stick of ginger. I sat around in the hot sun for a while as my energy had completely drained from my body. Just my luck; I wasn’t seasick I had something more terminal, life threatening and gut wrenching. When the doctor told me it was cancer I felt like I was dreaming, hoping that it wasn’t real. For a long time I believed that I was going to survive, to keep the positively flowing. I am constantly in and out of hospital with blood transfusions, chemotherapy and radiation that almost killed me. Taking a chemo pill with every meal for a couple of …show more content…
I complained about going to school, netball training and having to eat the vegetables that mum gave which I didn’t like. How ridiculous! I only wish now that I was well enough to go school and play sport, it’s kind of disturbing knowing that I can’t keep the majority of my food down, I would eat 100 kilos of broccoli if it would save me from my destiny. That’s the thing, my destiny is right around the corner just waiting for me, and it looks like a dark hole in the ground. Nothing can save me. There is no cure. You know what really bugs me; when I hear people say the government has the cure they just don’t want to lose the income they make from raising money for cancer research, I can’t stand that! What makes anyone think that’s what I want to hear? Oh and another line that gets my anger boiling is be strong, you can fight it. OK thanks for the positive vibes, but I don’t want to fight this anymore. The battle has been lost, I’m fine with