About 2 months ago. I thought I was diabetic (I had all the symptoms) so during school, all I could think about was what would happen if I really was diabetic. I told myself that I was just being paranoid but I had this gut feeling that something was wrong.
I was often distracted during class and my consumer studies teacher noticed this. She made me tell her what was bothering me. I told her my concerns but said that it's probably nothing. She looked worried and told me to speak to my parents about it.
My mum is pregnant. 8 months now(we've just found out that it's a girl😊!!)
I didn't want to cause any unforseen drama or stress. I didn't want to steal the spotligh and all the attention that the new baby should be getting, and so I didn't tell my mom anything.
My teacher made an appointment at the hospital for me(she is so kind omg) and I went the next day.
They did some tests to see if was diabetic or not. The results showed that I was not in the range for diabetes BUT that there was something wrong with my lungs. My heart sunk. I came here to check for one thing, only to find out that there is something else majorly wrong with my body!
They did more tests and took LOTS of blood. I sat in the waiting room ,scared and alone. I had absolutely nobody there to comfort me.
I went home that day not knowing what exactly was wrong with me. Days went by and I did not utter a word about what was going on. The only people who knew about my situation was my teacher and the doctors of course.
The hospital called me called me back in and told me my lungs are really weak. I told my mum that afternoon and she was so dramatic about it. She cried for what seemed like forever, and hugged me so tight that I think she might have broken a rib or two. She kept telling me she loves me, but she didn't have to because I already knew it. I told her it was okay and that I would be fine. That seemed to make her feel better.
My mom took me to a different hospital where more tests were done and even more blood was taken from me. I felt extremely weak. My mom held my hand the entire time. It felt good knowing that there was someone there for me his time.
The doctor told us the result. Mom burst into tears. Dad was heartbroken (he never cries. His tough like that)
And then there was me, laying there expressionless , not knowing what to feel. They gave me medication to help make my lungs stronger and take the pain away but I don't think it's helping.
About a week after, I collapsed in the shower. My back was surrounded by beautiful bruises. My body literally just failed me. It gave up. My Legs gave in and I couldn't walk.
Doctor told me that I should rather stay In the hospital overnight. Being there all night is creepy and kinda depressing too.
The pain was unbearable. I cried my eyes out. I still do.
The next day I was given more medication and was sent home.
A few days later I went to school. Yes I still go to school! It keeps my mind distracted and oblivious to the words my illness sends to my body. I can't lie, it wasn't easy hiding the pain from everyone, but I managed to do it.
The following day I begged mom to let me go to school but she wouldn't allow it.
Later that day, I was rushed to hospital again. I Couldn't breathe, well I had trouble breathing. I was kept overnight again. They gave me injections and more medication.
I swear, with all the injections and medication that I'm getting, I'm going to be dead before the cancer can kill me.
Did I mention I have cancer? Well my left lung is the problem. It is infected and is so weak ugh.
My lungs suck and the love of my life ignores me.
I'm officially broken; I'm always tired and I mean ALWAYS tired; I find it hard to breathe sometimes , and my name is fucking Spencer
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Non-FictionThis is true short story of a teenager whose life was turned upside down by an illness that he does not deserve. Today, he is fighting this illness with all his strength. His story is an inspiration to me and to all who reads it. His name is *spence...
