The Glioblastoma

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a school essay

Submitted: April 06, 2017

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Why is life like this? White walls, white sheets, constant beeps. Every half an hour another check, alone most of the time; visiting hours are so short, I never get to see them, luckily I wasn't always like this. I remember only 2 or 3 months ago i was out playing football with Simon and Lewis, we were taking penalties and messing around when my mum started to ring me; she told me my results were back, my tumour was back. When I was younger i was told it was gone forever; they were all lies. I'm only 23, I've got my whole life ahead of me. I just wanted to cry. From then onwards it was hospital appointments after hospital appointments, opperations, chemopherapy and radiation therapy. It keeps growing that's why I'm here.

He was always so positive; full of life. He always had a smile on his face, but now he always seems down. The constant pain and agony must be unbareable. It was always quiet on his hospital ward and nobody knew what to say. 3,4,5 hours pass and we have to go. Visiting hours seem like nothing. I remember when me and Tobi were 15, we'd met through our friends, we walked home with eachother every day. Them days are gone now.

I feel so much stronger, after each opperation I feel 10 times better. I was told I can go home, the boys are helping me with everything but I don't think I need it. The flat is so bright. The matching outfits, comfy sofa and bed, my shoes. It feels so nice to be back, before I left I was feeling really bad after coming home from shopping. I put the JD bags into my bedroom and i ran into the kitchen, I stopped by the sink and collapsed. It felt so bad, I could feel the paramedics reviving me, it was one of the worst experiances of my life but that was the past; I want to look forward, think about getting back to normal. Slowly but surely I'll get there. I know I will, I have never felt this strong. The doctors say 1 more surgery and my tumour will be gone.

I don't want to break him. My little boy isn't getting better, the medicne he's on makes him feel strong; in reallity he's not. It's the last surgery he can have because of the amount of drugs in his body. If this surgery doesn't work... I don't want him to go. He seems so happy but in my heart I know god will save him! 

 


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