1,000 Things To Do Before You Die

I sat in the weighting room adjusting my wig. It itched like hell, but I didn't care. I didn't want people to know me as the girl who was suffering from cancer. The girl who use to have friends, the girl who had it all. Where are my manners? My name is Lena Isabel Brooks.
I'm nineteen years old. Last year, I had saved up enough money to go to college, and become an actor. But as fate would have it, I ended up having cancer...
I walked into one of my favorite stores, Urban Planet. Sometimes they sold cute vintage looking band t-shirts. I made my way too a circular rack and flipped through the black shirts. If I'm lucky I'll find a Nirvana shirt, they are my favorite band. I smiled as I found one. “Hey Em!” I called happily.
“What did you score Lee?” She smiled. Damit. She called me Lee, I hate it when people do that. I pouted playfully “Don't call me that.” “Sorry.” She rolled her eyes and smiled statistically. I let out a hearty laugh.
“I told you you'd eventually get over the Mikey thing.” She smiled as she picked up a pair of red skinny jeans. Ouch. That was something I was trying to forget. Mikey left acouple months ago, I wasn't really over it yet... How could he? I was still fuming mad but also sad. I wanted him back more than anything.
He barely gave me any warning. He told me he didn't want to upset me, I had always supported his band. I went to every local concert I could, I even wore their merch. I wanted more time with him. If I would have know earlier, I would have told him that I liked him...
“I'm sorry...” Emily frowned as I snapped out of my thoughts. “I know how much he means to you. I shouldn't have brought it up...” I didn't want her to feel bad so I fake smiled, “No, Its fine Em! Don't worry about it. I'll get over it eventually...” She nodded “Thanks bro.” She gestured to a black dress, “This would look amazing on you!” I sighed then laughed and picked it up. “Alright okay I'll try it on.” I walked into the change room and locked the door. I slipped off my nirvana shirt and my black skinny jeans and slipped on the dress.
I noticed all the bruises covering my body. Again really..? I asked myself. I had been finding lately that I bruised to easily. I bump myself on Emily’s kitchen counter or on my car I instantly have a bruise. Strange... I had also been noticing large bumps appearing on my collar bone, leg, neck and face and sometimes even my armpits.
That's how it all started, things started to get even worse. I found that those little bumps were called lymph nodes. I read about them, and I found out that I could be suffering from Leukemia or some other kind of horrible disease.
Being the somewhat stupid teenager I am, I decided to ignore these things. I didn't get it checked out until the summer Mikey stopped talking to me. Stopped emailing, texting, and calling. I didn't know why... The doctors had me undergo multiple test and surprise I had Leukemia.
I am currently in remission, the doctors thought that I may be cancer free. But after finding something again, they fear that it may have returned. I want to tell Mikey but... “Lena Brooks?” A tall blond nurse by the name of Barbara called my name. I snapped out of my thoughts and followed her through a maize of rooms.
We reached my destination, Dr. A. Calvin, room 187. “Dr. Calvin will see you in a moment Lena.” She smiled sympathetically, “Good luck.” One thing I hated was peoples sympathy, they always talk to me like I'm the fragile cancer patient and that I could break down at any moment. That was a load of bull crap, all of the teens, children and adults I met who were suffering from cancer were very strong and brave.
I door clicked open and Dr. Calvin walked in. She had tall dark shoulder length hair and stunning blue eyes. She always looked happy and hopeful, but today she looked defeated. “Lena I'm very sorry to inform you.. But your cancer came back again...” I didn't know what to say, I wasn't shocked, this wasn't the first time its happened... But I was still upset. I just wanted to be normal...
“Chemo therapy just doesn't seem to be helping you Lena..” She said sadly. “You can choose to be released or you can chose to stay here and receive chemotherapy even though its not helping..” I didn't know what to say, I felt a small tear roll down my right cheek. “I... I... Should ask Emily..”

Notes

Hey all, I was inspired to write this story after I went through a cancer scare a couple months ago. I'm fine, but the experience made me want to write a story. I hope you enjoy it. Please comment below!