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myOtaku.com: Exiled Empress


Thursday, November 11, 2004

   ...continued from the last post...
The doctor sat in front of us. His office was quiet and cold.
"During the past months we have been evaluating Ami's condition and the chemo's progress against the cancer cells. We took one test last month and the results were something to be happy about. The cancer cells have almost disappeared".
My heart jupmed with joy. My parents were happy as well. I couldn't believe this was true.
"Still she will have to continue treatment because chances are that the cells reappear. We will change her medications so she can have a smooth, easy transition away from the chemo. And Ami...your long black hair will grow back eventually," he said.
I had a big smile on my face. I looked over at my parents. They seemed so happy.
It felt as if a big gloomy cloud had went away, like if a big boulder had been lifted from my parents' shoulders.
I went to my hospital room where I had stayed the majority of the time other than the weekends when I visited my parents at home. It was no longer a hospital bed for me, a sad and depressed room for the sick. It was my second home. I wasn't the only one who "resided" there but so did 14 other kids. All about my age and younger with their hair gone. It saddened me to realize they had been battling their illnesses for a much longer period than I and had spent much of their childhoods here fighting for their lives. When I toild them that I was leaving soon they became sad but happy at the same time. They were happy that I had beaten the cancer and was already on the recuperating stage but where sad because one of their friends was leaving.
"Don't worry, I'll come back again to visit you guys!" I told them.
"Don't forget to bring back pictures from all the shrines you told us about!" said a little boy.
"Bring us pictures from your school and your friends!" said a little girl.
"I will!" I promised them
They had becomed my second family.
My friends, my brothers and sisters.

Five months later, the doctor was already filling out the release forms. The cancer cells were completely gone. They didn't want me to leave until all the cancer cells where gone. I visited the kids one more time to give them words of encouragement.
"I'm already leaving. But I will never forget you all. Just remember that this is one battle you have to give everything you got. I fought for my life just like all of you here. There were times I felt like giving in. But then I didn't because I remembered that life only comes around once. You have to appreciate it and efend it. I wouldn't have been able to get well if it hadn't been the support from all of you. Treatment is not easy. The side effects feel awful. But I always had your support and that was what gave me the strength to fight the pain and go on. If I was able to go through it, so will all of you. And someday you will be out of this hospita, go back to school and have lots of friends!" I felt like I wanted to cry. I couldn't stop smiling. They were so hopeful. That was what made me smile.
My parents had already come to pick me up. Within a few minutes I stepped outside of the hospital. I looked back one more time. I realized my lesson learned...

Never take life for granted because you'll know how important it is to you when you're about to lose it. It doesn't come around again. Live life like it's your last day. To the fullest everyday.
I was just 11 years old now. And I knew I was going to come across people who felt differently. I was going to help them now so that they could learn what I had to learn without them going through the pain.
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