Category: Writing and Poetry
Originally posted by Georges K.
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I was only four I didn't really understand what they had said,
I couldn't tell exactly but I knew it was bad
They couldn't hold it back I guess because everyone cried,
My first thought was that someone had died
They took me to the doctor in quite a hurry,
I didn't know what was wrong but I was told not too worry
My parent's told me I was very ill,
And that I would have to stay in the hospital
Doctors,chemo and shots,I was scared to death,
I was crying so hard I couldn't catch my breath
I told my Mom I'd be her angel when I die,
I didn't mean to hurt her but I made her cry
The days went on just like any other,
Except for the fact that each day got tougher
One morning I got up out of bed,
Picked up my hand and touched my head
Was going to touch what I thought was there,
That's when I realized, I had no hair
I took the hurt and I took the pain,
Because without the pain, there would be no gain
A 40% chance of dying is what the doctor told my family,
My parents were crying as they held on to me
They wouldn't let me go, it wasn't an option,
So we had to proceed with caution
The next two years were the worst of my life,
The next two years were my biggest strife
Getting shots and taking pills all became so natural,
But's thats not how it's suppose to be for a four year old
Even though the years they felt much longer,
Those two years are what made me stronger
It was Easter morning when they told me it was gone,
And just like always my life went on.
(Originally Posted Sept 29/09)