Lymphoma Stories

I know the title isn't the best and the cover image isn't mine (I will most likely paint a cover to upload for this story), but this is my story with cancer. Also thanks to my Mom who pushed me to write this. (Also I tried to make the tags funny)

Seventeen year old Cindy Gray knew that her little brother's make-a-wish trip to Disney World would be life changing. She didn't know how much her life would be impacted when she meets a prince. Or how much it would change when they share a dance. David remembered the girl who he danced with. The one he calls Cinderella. She is always on his mind. David knows he must find her, somehow. He must find Cinderella.

"Cancer is so limited... It cannot cripple love. It cannot shatter hope. It cannot corrode faith. It cannot eat away peace. It cannot destroy confidence. It cannot kill friendship. It cannot shut out memories. It cannot silence courage. It cannot reduce eternal life. It cannot quench the Spirit" -Author Unknown A story composed of letters from a young boy to a young girl.

Anna's boyfriend has all but fallen off of the face of the Earth. He doesn't call, he doesn't go out, he doesn't even text, sure every once and awhile he'll anwser a call- but Anna has an undeniable feeling that he's lying to her. When Carson, his brother, calls Anna one day, informing her of what had happened and that he infact is dead, her life falls apart- and the only person that she can count on is Carson.

When you're diagnosed of Lymphoma and eventually find out that you supposedly have a year to live. What would you do? Definitely live your last year to the fullest and make it memorable. *~~~~~~* Malia Brown is a junior year high school student who was diagnosed of Lymphoma at age 10. Now that she's on the brink of turning 16, she finds out that she has a year to live due to the loopholes in her chemotherapy caused by the financial instability she faces alongside her mum and little brother after her father's abrupt departure. Her best friend, Justin Brandon finds an old bucket list of Malia's and decides that it's his mission to make Malia have a memorable last year. Will Malia complete the bucket list before her time's up? Will she discover a new side of herself during the quest to finish the bucket list? Find out in A year to live.... Cover credits: @Bakedsausage Copyright © Ts twins. No parts of this book may be distributed, copied or sold on any media without the permission of the author. All names, places and themes are a work of Fiction.

Lara and her boss Joe are putting their painful past behind them, and building a new life together supported by friends who have become family. Despite their happiness, figures from their former lives appear for good or ill, but neither Joe nor Lara anticipate the impact on one of their loved ones. A transatlantic dash forces Lara to confront her past so she can truly move forward.

everything was w h i t e

George is cancer free after a long battle full of chemotherapy and surgeries at his fourteenth. He starts living his life again, goes back to school and hangs out with his friends and family to appreciate all the small things in life as his leg starts hurting again... Clay is grieving because his mother passed away from lymphoma, a cancer type that's running in his family. With barely anyone around him who can comfort him while grieving, he also needs to deal with his severe anxiety coming from emetophobia, his extreme fear of throwing up. But then the worst thing happens... just as Clay gets diagnosed with blood cancer, George gets diagnosed for the second time with bone cancer. Clay's fear is so big that he doesn't know how to go on and George doesn't know if he can fight this battle a second time... Warnings: -Cancer (bone cancer (relapse)/blood cancer) -Suicidal thoughts/suicide attempt (short) -Bullying (only once in the end) -Throwing up (skippable) -Chemotherapy -Amputation ⚠️ Clay has emetophobia in this story and for all the people with this same phobia, I added a trigger for mentions/talk about throwing up/nausea, a trigger for nausea and one for throwing up. They are all skippable!!

Red hair spilled over a lifeless chest. Hands slightly blue. My sister sobbed into a stiff corpse. I was spinning. Dissociated. Fragmented into a million tiny pieces. My sister's copper hair soaked with tears. From a distance, it appeared as though Mom was just sleeping. The distinct, sanitized smell of a hospital. Muggy car rides to the emergency room. Vomiting in the front seat, bald and weak. Diagnosis: lymphoma. Bottles of hydrocodone on the bed stand, alprazolam too. Shoplifted makeup and groceries. Roaches in the kitchen. Lines of cocaine. A crude tattoo on his stomach. I sat on a hot sidewalk one morning, not sure what day it was. Sister drove me to the hospital. Too late for a rape kit. Couldn't identify the perpetrator, couldn't prosecute. Released from a psychiatric hospital, the sun made me nauseous. Tight chest. Tachycardia induced by panic. Labored breathing. The room is still, nothing is happening. Distorted vision. Sweating, cold palms. Read about emotional dependency. Try to forget how he smelled.

She gives him hope... He gives her life... Together, they can overcome anything.

I know someone who has this cancer