Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
It has been exactly 1 year, 2 months, and 4 days since my last round of chemotherapy. What a relief that was when my doctor declared that my cancer was in remission. All of the vomiting, weakness, soreness, tiredness, and hair loss were gone. I was 5 when I was first diagnosed. I didn't really understand what cancer was. My mom, Renee, explained that my bones make cells. Cells were my energy supply, little tiny boats that go throughout my body and they weren't doing their job. By now I know every technical term for what goes on in my body.
When I was five I went through my first rounds of chemotherapy. My parents were smart enough to save the stem cells from my umbilical cord just in case and that saved me the first time around. The second time, I was 9 and chemotherapy wasn't enough. They started me with a clinical trial on a new sort of drug. They stuck a catheter into my breast bone so I could receive the medication round the clock. I had to be put into a sterile room, so for almost a year I was in the hospital with limited visitors and my mom had to wear special clothes and a mask if she wanted to sit with me. After 2 years I went back into remission. My hair didn't really grow back the same way after that and everyone could tell. The scar on my breast bone was left there, so I refused to wear shirts that allowed people to see it.
I relapsed again when I was 15. My kidneys gave out after about 7 months of chemo and radiation. The doctors started me on dialysis as a temporary solution to keep my blood free of too many toxins. I was put on a kidney transplant list and after 4 months of waiting I finally got one. I didn't respond well at first but then I got better and I went back into remission.
My cancer killing me wasn't the worst part. My parents divorced when I was only 1 year old. My mom took me to live in Phoenix and my dad stayed in Forks, Washington. So, when I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia my mom never left my side and my dad constantly came down to visit me. But the absolute worst part was my teachers, neighbors, and classmates. I wasn't Bella Swan. I was the girl with cancer. I was the pathetic weak girl who got the pity looks from everyone. So when my mom remarried last year and her new husband, Phil, traveled a lot for baseball I decided to take this opportunity to start over.
So I'm going to live with my dad Charlie in the rainiest place in the continental U.S. My hair has finally grown back, my skin has gotten some color although I still make albinos look tan, and I've gained some composure. So I think this will be a good thing…I think.
It will get better I promise. This is my first story so bare with me. Review Please!