I am 13 years old.
Leukemia’s a disease,
That deemed itself on me.
I don’t know what it is
Although I’ve heard it on TV.
The doctor says it’s serious,
But it still can be cured.
“I don’t know what will happen,
But we’ll try our best, assured!†- doctor
To the 4th floor,
Of the hospital I went.
30 days in that room,
Was the time I spent.
Back home and back to school,
With no hair I went.
When people asked me questions,
I would circumvent.
Chemotherapy,
Where the “meds†I would have to take.
Although it fought the cancer,
My bones would still ache.
Friends and family came together,
To see if I was felling better.
I met an aunt I never knew,
And she helped me all of the way through.
But that was then and this is now,
And things are like before.
But is that how I want it?
I’m not really sure.
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