I am Chad Jackson, and when I was five years old I was diagnosed with Leukemia. It has been going on for a while now. I am now twelve years old. The doctors and medical experts haven't made a breakthrough yet. I has been seven years and most of my life I have been in and out of hospitals throughout the country, and my parents always have to make reservations to hotel rooms every time. If they can't book a hotel, the best thing to do is take air mattresses and inflate them in the hospital room I am in. I am now in a St. Judes Research Hospital for children located in Denver, Colorado. Tomorrow I am having a big surgery to see what is going on. It would be easier to have an x-ray, but it wouldn't be healthy.
I laid in my hospital bed, staring out of the giant window in my hospital room. I could see the city buildings of Denver. It was glorious. My mom, Cindy came in my room. She sat in the chair next to my bed. "Mom, when will it be over?" I asked.
"When they find a cure, honey." said Cindy. Every night, she cried herself to sleep. She worried about me. It has been going on for seven years. I had to suffer the pain. It felt like every organ in my body was bursting. But one miraculous thing has happened, I have survived seven years of leukemia. My mom leaned over and hugged me. She had to leave because she had a meeting with the doctors and nurses that took care of me.
She kissed me, and walked to the door. She exited.
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It was tomorrow. I woke up with doctors, nurses, and my parents in my room. My mom and my dad, John, hugged me. They were relieved I was awake. "Alright, Chad," said my doctor, " you know the procedure, we just give you the anesthesia, and you fall asleep."
I nodded. He took out the needle and gave me the shot in my arm. I was used to the pain. I had to get a lot of shots. I started to feel woozy. I fell asleep.
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"Honey, wake up." I heard my mom say. I woke up. I was really tired. My body was in pain, though I still cried. "You're surgery is over." said my mom.
"I had surgery?" I asked confused. Usually when you have surgery, you are really confused afterwards. The doctor whispered something in my parents ears, and my mom started tearing up. My dad started to comfort her, but she burst out of the recovery room. My dad followed her. The doctor had to go. He paged in a nurse to watch me. She was coming instantly. She came in the room, and the doctor left. She sat on the chair and started to do some paperwork. I had started to come to my senses. After about twenty minutes I was awake. I remember when my mom went out of the room burst out of the room. I asked the nurse," Why is my mom so sad?"
She heard me and she knelt down next to my bed. She said in a quiet voice, "You are dying, Chad."
I am Chad Jackson, and I am dying
End of Part one
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