I was running in the street, out of breath. I stopped because I didn’t know where I was. I started looking around to see if I recognize anything, and after a few minutes I realized where I was. I was in the hospital; where I was spending most of the time. What I was doing here? Why there are so many kids here? I was never a sick kid and my mom always takes good care of me. We moved away 5 months ago and everything looks different. I miss home and I want to return, I miss the warm climate, the palm trees and mainly my family. I went back to thinking why I was here and also if I will ever be the same. Then, I remembered 5 months ago I was diagnosed with lung cancer. How did this happen? I’ve always a strong and vigorous girl. I was 11 years old and I felt like this should not be happening to me.
After a while searching around the hospital for my mom, I realized that she had left to my aunt’s house to take a shower and get some stuff for me. The last chemo was very tough and I barely have energy to function. My mom didn’t want to leave me, but I encourage her to go home and get some rest. My hair was falling; my beautiful curly hair …show more content…
I was scared and all I could think of was running away but where? I was in New York City, a gigantic place where everybody speaks a different language. The surgery lasted 8 hours and when I woke up I saw my mom and my dad who travel all the way from my country to be by my side. I felt protected, but still scared because I couldn’t move or breathe without a mask on my face. I was physically unable to do things on my own or walk. The surgery was a success, says my father to me and three weeks later I left the hospital, with half of my lung taken away and a new opportunity to live my life. Ever since that day I learned to appreciate my family because my mother and father gave up their careers and life, to experience a new city. I also learn to live my life like it was my last
After a while searching around the hospital for my mom, I realized that she had left to my aunt’s house to take a shower and get some stuff for me. The last chemo was very tough and I barely have energy to function. My mom didn’t want to leave me, but I encourage her to go home and get some rest. My hair was falling; my beautiful curly hair …show more content…
I was scared and all I could think of was running away but where? I was in New York City, a gigantic place where everybody speaks a different language. The surgery lasted 8 hours and when I woke up I saw my mom and my dad who travel all the way from my country to be by my side. I felt protected, but still scared because I couldn’t move or breathe without a mask on my face. I was physically unable to do things on my own or walk. The surgery was a success, says my father to me and three weeks later I left the hospital, with half of my lung taken away and a new opportunity to live my life. Ever since that day I learned to appreciate my family because my mother and father gave up their careers and life, to experience a new city. I also learn to live my life like it was my last