Summer 2015

The only good thing about the cancer this time was that I would get to finish first grade before we started treatment. I was real glad about that but just that. We had to do lots more tests before we could start treatment again. And they had to put a line in again, too.

Momma said that I could pick which kind of line I got this time. I didn’t even know there were different kinds. She said I could have a central line again if I wanted but I just wouldn’t be able to swim or take a bath. With the other kind of line, it was called a port, I would be able to swim and stuff but when I had to be in the hospital or needed labs they would have to use a needle. So I got to pick which thing I wanted more: to not have a needle or to get to swim. I didn’t think it was a very fair choice. Not a choice anybody would want to make whether they were a kid or a grownup. I told momma that and she agreed but said I still had to choose. Since it was almost summer I picked the port hoping that I would feel good enough to go swimming sometimes.

I had to have two days of sleep medicine at the hospital. One was for the port and one was for a bone marrow test – that’s when they put needles in the bones of your back and look in your blood for cancer. When I woke up from the sleep medicine with the port I cried a lot. I didn’t like the way it felt in my chest and I wanted them to take it out. Momma said they couldn’t take it out but she was real proud of me for being so brave. She was mad at the doctor though because he made a mess with my blood and it was all stuck on my hair. She got a wet wash cloth and tried to get it out. I was real tired and didn’t care but momma was crying about it. I think she was upset because she knew I didn’t have much time left with my hair and she wanted while I had it.

The day I had my bone marrow test we were having a music program at school that night. I really wanted to get back in time to go but the doctors said I probably wouldn’t. It would take two hours for us to get home if there wasn’t traffice. They said I would probably be too tired after the sleep medicine and that my back would probably hurt too much for the program. But momma said it was up to me. She said if I wanted to go she would let me if we made it back in time and didn’t get stuck in traffic. Well, we did make it back in time and I felt fine so I got to go. And I think I had the most fun of all the kids because I was just so excited to be there.

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School Program – May 2015

On the last day of school we had a big thing at school called Relay for Recess. It was to raise money for cancer. Every grade got to wear a different color t-shirt and I got to wear my own special one. I got a differnet color one (mine was purple) because I was the only one that had ever had cancer. Mine was called a ‘survivor’ shirt. I got to be the leader of our parade. Sometimes having cancer made me feel special but most of the time I didn’t like it.

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Relay for Recess – 2015

After school was out I had to go to hospital for a week and do chemo. Then we got to come home and do chemo most of the time. I decided to cut my hair off as soon as we got home again. I had worked real hard brushing my hair everyday and washing it good to try to make it grow long. It was making me sad to think about it falling out so I just wanted it to go away.

Soon as we got home I started chopping off my hair. I sang a little song I made up while I did it. I may not have hair anymore but: I still had my eyes, I still had my smile, I still had my nose. That’s what momma had been telling me all week and even though she wasn’t right about everything, she was right about that.

June 2015

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