Keith
I hated this. Why did I have to have Cancer? I've been a good boy all my life! I mean if you dot count the pranks I've played on my dad a few times or the times I've gone past the speed limit. Those aren't bad things though.
I've been "fighting" Cancer for about 2 years now and all I can say is that it sucks. I know none of the treatments or therapies are working. At one point I went into remission. I felt so normal for those short 2 months. I stopped chemo and got to do normal teenager things, like stay up late and eat junk food. I even got a girlfriend! Her name is Natalie, were still dating even though she knows it's come back. She's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me.
We met right before I found out the Cancer was back. We were just starting a new semester and we got to choose our lab partners. Having cancer got me a few extra perks with the teachers. I always got to know the assignments before everyone else did and I got to choose where I sit. I asked Walt (my special name for our science teacher) if I could sit next to Natalie. I had seen her in the hallways a couple of times and knew that her life was perfect. She had straight A's and was a phenomenal tennis player. She was even dating the "sexy" foreign exchange student Rafael. She was perfect.
When Natalie was told to sit next to me I could tell she was disappointed. She sort of glared at me when I offered my hand out to her for a handshake. This was going to be so easy. I was going to make her feel the pain I had felt when I was sick. She didn't know what it was like to be on the edge of life and death. I wanted her to hate me.
After that everything started to go downhill for me. I had just gotten home from a long day at school. It started when I woke up. I had a pounding headache and a sharp pain in my side. Being stubborn I ignored it, but throughout the day it got worse. I could barely drive myself home. I grabbed a glass of water as I walked inside and quickly regretted it. Nausea rolled through me and I ran to the toilet vomiting what I had eaten for breakfast. It didn't help the pain at all. If anything it intensified it. I would never admit this to anyone but it was really scary. I stood up and was forced back onto the floor when a blinding dizzy spell hit. I heard the door open and my name being called before everything went black. When I woke up the next time it was 3 days later and I had An IV in my arm. I knew I was at the hospital. I was greeted by my dad's sad tear-stained face and I knew it was back. I was released from the hospital 2 days later with orders to come back the next day for chemo. Even though the doctor said the chances weren't good my dad still wanted to try.
I was home for two weeks after that. My dad wouldn't let me go to school because of the Chemo. He was worried that something would happen and he wouldn't be there to help me. I hadn't seen Natalie since I went into the hospital I a wondered if she was worried about me. I really hoped she was.
Natalie started coming over every day, and we slowly fell in love. I hated that I had to leave her, but she gave me strength to keep fighting. I thought more positive thoughts and tried to be healthier. But nothing was working. The day I died was peaceful. I was too weak to get out of bed but Natalie, being her amazing self, came over and kept me company. You know how sometimes you can tell when something bad is going to happen? Well I felt that. I knew it was my last day, and I treasured it. I told Natalie I loved her as much as possible and joked around with my dad. The last thing I remember from that day was Natalie saying, "I love you."
