Sometimes I like to dream. I dream of life pre cancer. I dream of life after cancer. I mostly dream about life the no cancer version. I wish I was born normal. I wish I didn't have so many hospital bracelets it filled up my whole door. But then I wouldn't be who I am now. Happy, loving, kind, caring, and adorable. Still cancer sucks. But it's a part of what makes me well me. I am Angel Madison and I have cancer, brain cancer to be exact, but I never let that stop me. It's just life. -Angel.
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I woke up to a bunch of machines beeping and making noise. 'Great way to start my Monday morning.' I thought to myself as I slowly woke up. "Angel! Are you ok? Your heart rates going off like crazy!" My mom, who happens to be a nurse at the hospital in in, said. "Yeah I'm fine. I don't know why it does that." I said sitting up in bed. I looked around the room. Same salmon pink walls, same tile floor, same bright lights, different room. I had been transferred to the intensive treatment unit a few nights ago after not being able to do literally anything on my own. "Are you sure? I can get Dr. Amelia to come down. Are you tired? Did you sleep enough? Do you need pain medication?" My mom said at about a mile a minute. "Mom I'm fine. I'm still alive. I'm not dead yet." I said smiling. She didn't think it was funny. "Sorry." I said softly. "I'll let it slide. Now are you sure-" my mom started. "Yes mom I'm fine. I can take care of myself." I said softly. She nodded and busied her self with taking down my vitals. I decided to upload an old picture to my instagram.
I chuckled at Lucas' comment. Leave it to him to find the light in everything. I placed my phone back on its charger and decided to get up for the day. I unhooked myself from the I.V. as it turned off and got up. My first steps were a bit rough but I managed. Now I have to greet the day!