"You have Cancer."
Fu<k.
Sky's falling down
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Sky (DELETED 1136)
Re: Sky's falling down
I was sixteen when I realized that I started losing the ability to speak.
It started off has headaches at the top of my head before he began to spread. I couldn't tell the difference from left or right and I was having difficulty understanding what to say. I knew what I wanted to convey, but somehow I could no longer express it in words. I'd head down, get ready for school, and then completely forget the reason why I was up, and head back upstairs and go to sleep.
Yet, my mother never believed anything was wrong, and I kept moving on, or at least trying to, when I could remember things.
I'd wake up in the middle of the night with a headache that pierced my skull and often times I would vomit after opening my eyes. It was difficult for me to curl up after that, because changing my position would often make it worse. They were always worse in the morning, but the more I stayed awake, the less it hurt, and so I no longer found a reason to sleep.
I lived liked this for a couple months, nearly dropping out of school from truancy, when something terrible finally sent me to the hospital. I was cooking, holding a pan that was boiling hot--But I didn't realize it. I felt nothing even though the skin of my fingers was boiling and bubbling until it looked like it was about to slough off in huge, disgusting pops. I didn't even realize it until my mother walked into the kitchen and she screamed.
That's when I was finally taken to the hospital.
"You have Cancer."
I will never forget the way it was said to me. The doctor couldn't look me in the eyes, and it was just stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world for him to say. He couldn't look at my mother, either, even though she had just dropped her purse and pressed her hands up to her face.
Yesterday, I had taken an MRI because my symptoms pointed to something neurological. It was then that the neurologist discovered that I had a large tumor on the parietal lobe of my brain.
He began to talk about it, the treatment, but I was no longer listening. How could you listen to it?
From the sound of his voice, I had no doubt that I was going to die.
It started off has headaches at the top of my head before he began to spread. I couldn't tell the difference from left or right and I was having difficulty understanding what to say. I knew what I wanted to convey, but somehow I could no longer express it in words. I'd head down, get ready for school, and then completely forget the reason why I was up, and head back upstairs and go to sleep.
Yet, my mother never believed anything was wrong, and I kept moving on, or at least trying to, when I could remember things.
I'd wake up in the middle of the night with a headache that pierced my skull and often times I would vomit after opening my eyes. It was difficult for me to curl up after that, because changing my position would often make it worse. They were always worse in the morning, but the more I stayed awake, the less it hurt, and so I no longer found a reason to sleep.
I lived liked this for a couple months, nearly dropping out of school from truancy, when something terrible finally sent me to the hospital. I was cooking, holding a pan that was boiling hot--But I didn't realize it. I felt nothing even though the skin of my fingers was boiling and bubbling until it looked like it was about to slough off in huge, disgusting pops. I didn't even realize it until my mother walked into the kitchen and she screamed.
That's when I was finally taken to the hospital.
"You have Cancer."
I will never forget the way it was said to me. The doctor couldn't look me in the eyes, and it was just stated, as if it was the easiest thing in the world for him to say. He couldn't look at my mother, either, even though she had just dropped her purse and pressed her hands up to her face.
Yesterday, I had taken an MRI because my symptoms pointed to something neurological. It was then that the neurologist discovered that I had a large tumor on the parietal lobe of my brain.
He began to talk about it, the treatment, but I was no longer listening. How could you listen to it?
From the sound of his voice, I had no doubt that I was going to die.