Despondency
The bitterly cold air is blasting into my face and the rain is clattering down onto my skin like thousands of bullets being shot at once. As Arthur and I dash through Deauville Avenue, goose bumps start racing on my limbs. My plump lips are turning blue like an afternoon sky. Inelegantly, I fall through the doors of a petite boutique determined to find something to keep me snug and warm. I catch a glimpse of a sleek, smooth, silky scarf. Flabbergasted, I stand in awe…Wow! Instantaneously, I fall in love. Arthur Boy is refusing to purchase me the marvellous, sleek, silky scarf, which will be the answer to all my dreams. He offers me his jersey sweater. I start saying that I should not have to wear his soaking wet sweater to keep me warm! He is asking me for a divorce because I ask for too much. What did I do to deserve this misery and wretchedness? My heart is a piece of thin, crisp, glass and it is shattering right inside me, making me feel every razor sharp bit of my …show more content…
I try to stand up, but it is not working they are holding me down I start yelling, trying to push my way out of everything. They manage to calm me down. The doctors are explaining why this occurred and what they did to stop it. I have had a minor procedure, clustering the blood vessel in my nose, this was done by them using silver nitrate.
I have Acute Lymphocytic Leukaemia.
Paralysed with terror, I have to undergo chemotherapy. In addition to all of this, I may loose my hair. Since my beautiful shiny, silky and sleek hair will be disappearing into the depth of nowhere, I will have to use a wig!
Back at the doctors, they have some news. Struggling with my breath, I walk into the doctors room, complete silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop through a web of dust. They break the news. Tears drop down my white as snow face; I may never even need to wear a wig in the end.
5 months till I
The bitterly cold air is blasting into my face and the rain is clattering down onto my skin like thousands of bullets being shot at once. As Arthur and I dash through Deauville Avenue, goose bumps start racing on my limbs. My plump lips are turning blue like an afternoon sky. Inelegantly, I fall through the doors of a petite boutique determined to find something to keep me snug and warm. I catch a glimpse of a sleek, smooth, silky scarf. Flabbergasted, I stand in awe…Wow! Instantaneously, I fall in love. Arthur Boy is refusing to purchase me the marvellous, sleek, silky scarf, which will be the answer to all my dreams. He offers me his jersey sweater. I start saying that I should not have to wear his soaking wet sweater to keep me warm! He is asking me for a divorce because I ask for too much. What did I do to deserve this misery and wretchedness? My heart is a piece of thin, crisp, glass and it is shattering right inside me, making me feel every razor sharp bit of my …show more content…
I try to stand up, but it is not working they are holding me down I start yelling, trying to push my way out of everything. They manage to calm me down. The doctors are explaining why this occurred and what they did to stop it. I have had a minor procedure, clustering the blood vessel in my nose, this was done by them using silver nitrate.
I have Acute Lymphocytic Leukaemia.
Paralysed with terror, I have to undergo chemotherapy. In addition to all of this, I may loose my hair. Since my beautiful shiny, silky and sleek hair will be disappearing into the depth of nowhere, I will have to use a wig!
Back at the doctors, they have some news. Struggling with my breath, I walk into the doctors room, complete silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop through a web of dust. They break the news. Tears drop down my white as snow face; I may never even need to wear a wig in the end.
5 months till I