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What it means to live

Remission

I've been in remission for a month or so now. Funny how there's a word for "we're waiting for something to pop up and say 'hey you're gonna die!'" I'm tired of waiting for the chemo. I'm tired of waiting for another bruise or nose bleed. I'm sick of cancer. I can't bare to live like this. I examine my right arm a large angry purple bruise is forming.
"Ma?" I call out my voice calm yet she bolts into the room. Noticing the bruise she walks over and examines my arm before pulling out the phone and calling my oncologist. I hate the man but I'll live. I flop back on my bed. Why does God taunt me like this? Can't he get it over with already. Off me. Ma will be devastated. All the treatments and blood and.. I shiver not wanting to think much more. I close my eyes.
"Rest sweetie, we will leave in an hour I'll wake you then. Tell me if you start to feel bad." My mom backs out and I hear the door close quietly behind her. Letting out a sigh I turn into my side screwing my eyes shut and it goes blank.
When I wake up again I'm in a hospital bed in the children's center of the oncology ward. I sigh and sit up looking around.
"Welcome back to earth sweetie."' an all too cheery nurse smiles at me. "I've gotta take some blood you'll feel a little bitty prick." I stick out my arm and look away.
"Have they done any scans at all?" I ask boredly looking at the clock. It's a little after three in the morning.
"Yes, I'm afraid you've relapsed. Your mother thought it best to leave you here to be under surveillance as we can take better care of you. You start chemo tomorrow."
"oh okay." I respond. "Can I wander?" I ask receiving a nod once the needle is out of my arm. I stand up and walk out into the lobby area walking to where the TVs and toys are taking a seat on a couch and sprawling out.
Hours pass and I hear someone clear their throat. "May I join you?" He asks. And I dly nod in response.
"my names Frank who are you... I haven't seen you before." I look over and I study his features.
"Rosa." I reply smiling. "I WAS in remission but I guess I relapsed."

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