Everything started  when I passed out in ninth grade going home on the  bus. I was about twenty minutes from my house when i blacked out , when i came to i was  in a hospital with lights blaring down at me so at first i thought i was in heaven. eventually i realized that these lights were to harsh to belong to God’s domain for it was suppose to be a place of quite retreat.

“Coming around” as a doctor would put it was the most painful thing i have ever had to go through. Luckily my gardian angels were there so i knew that i was safe, or so i thought. My parents, or as i think of them as my guardian angels have always been there for me and since i came to them i’ve always known that they were sent from god.

So as i was about to ask my mother what happened she started to run her hand through my hair. I knew then that something was wrong because this was not something mom would normally do. So i took a closer look at my saviors and it was then that i realized that my mother had tears silently running down her face and her chest was heaving as if she was sobbing on the inside and not wanting to disturb me with the noise. My father was rubbing my mom’s shoulders to relax her.That was the day my life changed to that of one of constant attention and endless times of people asking me if I was okay.

Back at school the next month, after having argued with my parents about keeping the news from my friends, I went to my first class with a feeling close to being normal. I had to be very careful for at any time I could have a coughing fit and that would give it away. For what friend would think that their friend is okay when they are coughing up blood. I had to leave every day at lunchtime because I had to be fed by a professional nurse so that I wouldn’t cough up so much blood. To my friends I became aloof; this was one of my ways of saying goodbye and trying to make it easier in the end when we would have to separate forever.

One of my friends wasn’t totally fooled when I told her that I was fine but couldn’t come over anymore. She asked if she could come over my house and spend some time with me. She had been my best friend for my whole life so I decided to let her
decide if she really wanted to come over. I told my friend Shelly about the brain cancer and how it wasn’t likely that I would live to out the summer.  I was surprised when instead of feeling sorry for me and uncomfortable around me she became closer than ever. We had the best times for the rest of my freshman year. Eventually I told my other best friend Sheree and she had the same reaction that Shelly did. That summer we went and did lots of really cool things. Stayed up late and watched movies. I felt like I had two sisters all my life. They didn’t even mind the fact that I had my moments when I would vomit up blood and get depressed, Shelly would come over and tell me a joke or Sheree would have come over and told me something like how she was always weak stomached before I had got sick and how it was good practice for her to become a nurse.
At times I would become really stressed out and my friends would come over, and ignore what I said for excuses, and they would take me out to see the horses across the street. The things my friends did to make me cheer up would have made anyone happy. They would come and read to me just so that I wouldn’t have to face being alone. When there were nights that I was to scared about not waking up they would come and sit up with me until my fear had gone away or until I had fallen asleep.
Eventually it became to much of a hassle to go out to the movies. So my friends would come to my house with the movies and we would watch them together in the living room. Both had become very familiar with the times I got sick and had accidents when I couldn’t get to the bathroom fast enough. They were the best friends anyone could ever ask for.
Now I haven’t talked about the way me and my parents coped with the stress of having me dying and not having a lot of time alone with me. They were totally okay with Shelly and
Sheree coming over all the time.