Nancy Susano Period:8

Id like to think God held the lifeline a bit longer for me to catch one more breath, one more opportunity, one more time. Because once you've been dead for three minutes, the only thing that can you bring back, is a miracle. I never saw that white beaming light that everybody talks about. The last thing I remembered was my mother kneeling beside me, and my father clasping his mouth with his hands, so I couldn't hear him weeping. I guess that's a cancel perk, you never know if you get to inhale one more breath that keeps you alive, or whether your heart calls it quits instantaneously. My body greatly despises chemotherapy treatments. It strains the life out of me, literally, it leaves these lingering feeling I can't explain. Besides that it also leaves me nauseous and dizzy. To the point that I see a three headed nurse checking the big contraption that I am connected to. While all this is happening, many charity organizations keep trying to stuff a free wig down my throat. They surely have good timing, but fake hair doesn't compare to real hair. I missed the thickness and length of my hair, now I was lucky to have three strands of hair growing in the middle of my scalp. I decided to chop my hair off once my doctor gave me my diagnosis. I couldn't bare on how depressing it would of felt to watch myself go bald at 17, the magic of radiation. My big head and dumbo ears made me insecure, but none of the other patients really cared because they looked the same. I tried not getting too attached to people like me, because we were bartering with god, we gave him our hair, existence, patience, and motivation

in return for a longer life span. But soon enough our exchange will stop and our hearts will no longer pump blood through the course of our body. How can I be sure that an afterlife really exist? All I know is cancer, because I am the side effect of cancer. I am not certain what tomorrow might bring, all that is certain is that I will not dwell on cancer. I don't want your pity, and I sure as hell can tell you I never will. I want to put this in my past and love the tiny strands of hair that is begging to grow since last years, last radiation treatment.