My Scary Time

This starts out way back even before I was born.My mom was pregnant with me and she went to have an ultra sound. Well they found out I had cancer in my moms womb.My mom was terrified. So when my mom had me there was a lot of cancer specialist and  nurses  in the room.Only my dad could be in there with my mom but had to stay back and couldn’t really be there by my mom. Right when my mom got me the doctors took me away. My mom said I had to stay in the hospital longer than her.

     Later they found out for some reason the cancer just went away. Nobody knew how or why. It just  happened. The nurses said I was kissed by an angel because my birth mark is in a shape of a heart right on top of where they thought the cancer was.

     Years went by. I was healthy,  no sign of the cancer. Then one day when I was seven I lost my appetite.Then my mom finally made me eat something but for some reason I was hungry that whole entire day.A week went by and it was the same thing. My mom took me to the doctor to find out what was wrong.
  
     They made me go to the hospital. I had to have an ultra sound. I was only seven so I was really scared. I took a bunch of test and they asked me a lot of questions. It felt like forever to get the results back. Then finally they called my mom and told my mom that my cancer was back. I was so scared I barely even knew what the word meant. I had to do some more test. I was at the doctor almost everyday.When we would get home me and my mom would just sit by  the phone and wait for a call when it would ring we would run to it. But it was never the doctor unless they were calling to tell me I have to come in again tomorrow. I think it was a month of non stop doctors. My mom dropped everything to be with me.It was so scary imagine having a disease and you didn’t know what it meant. Finally I got good news. It was just a false alarm.
Since that day I have been thankful for what I have and what I don’t have.