Short Story - Death of the Cancer
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Created on Friday, 04 March 2011 10:19
The story of me: My name is Siobhan and I had NHL in 1997. Four years after recovery
I returned to school to retrain in computers and office admin. One of the modules was
communications and I had to write a story relevant to me, this is my story, will write the full
story soon.
Hi this is the story of me. My full name is Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, NHL for short and I can
strike inside your body as randomly as a cough or a cold. My mission is to invade as many
lymph nodes as possible and to make you as sick as I can and hopefully in the end you die.
I start off silently and gradually grow causing pain and discomfort so that eventually you have
to visit the doctor. This is where the fun begins. He gives you an antibiotic in the hope that I
will go away but he has a long way to go to find me. Eventually after one or two more visits to
the doctor he sends you for an x-ray to see if he can see me. Unfortunately he has caught my
shadow and has decided to investigate further. Alls not lost: if I’m quick I can still confuse them
with a game of hide and seek. They have sent you for more tests trying to identify me but the
machines can’t tell them anything new so they send you to the hospital instead and all the time
I’m doing damage. They decide to look down your throat and into your lungs and that’s when i
hide behind some muscle and fat so they are still confused.
Eventually they decide to bring in the top dog to see if he can discover who I am, I may be in
trouble!
He has decided to send you for a CT scan. From experience these machines can see everything.
Yes he has seen me. I had forgotten just how fast I can grow and can’t hide forever. But alls
not lost and I can still confuse them. I know the next step is to put you to sleep but it doesn’t
affect me, and all i feel is cold when the air hits me after they open you up. I know what to do,
I’ll let them have some fat and muscle tissue to test, that will keep them from discovering who I
really am and I can continue with my mission.
Your crying, that’s ok, your confused, and sick and you want answers but that’s not why I’m
here. My job is to make it as hard as possible for those who are trying to make you better.
My work is going well, your starting to lose weight and energy and your breathing is becoming
laboured when you exert yourself, ha ha, nearly there.
Oh no, they are coming in again and through your back. Where can I hide this time? I don’t
think I can as I’ve gotten so fat. It’s cold and I can feel the knife cutting into me. Bit by bit they
are cutting me but I’ve been clever and wrapped myself around blood vessels and muscles so
they can’t remove all of me. It takes a lot out of you and it makes you feel very weak. (I might
make it yet)
Oh no, what’s that awful taste and smell. I know its poison. They’ve discovered what I am and
how to treat me. Alls not lost as they don’t know how you will react to their concoctions and it
may make you worse instead of better.
I was right, you’re getting sicker after every treatment, your hair is falling out and you’ve lost
more weight, I may still win. But, but it’s affecting me too. I’m starting to shrink. I don’t seem
to have the same power that I had. All this poison is killing me too.
I’m getting weaker and weaker. The treatments have stopped but they have started something
worse, much worse. I can’t survive the onslaught of radiation. Day after day they are zapping
me and I’m on my last legs. I know the end is near. Ok, you win, you live , I die!
The story of me: My name is Siobhan and I had NHL in 1997. Four years after recoveryI returned to school to retrain in computers and office admin. One of the modules wascommunications and I had to write a story relevant to me, this is my story, will write the fullstory soon.
Hi this is the story of me. My full name is Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, NHL for short and I canstrike inside your body as randomly as a cough or a cold. My mission is to invade as manylymph nodes as possible and to make you as sick as I can and hopefully in the end you die.
I start off silently and gradually grow causing pain and discomfort so that eventually you haveto visit the doctor. This is where the fun begins. He gives you an antibiotic in the hope that Iwill go away but he has a long way to go to find me. Eventually after one or two more visits tothe doctor he sends you for an x-ray to see if he can see me. Unfortunately he has caught myshadow and has decided to investigate further. Alls not lost: if I’m quick I can still confuse themwith a game of hide and seek. They have sent you for more tests trying to identify me but themachines can’t tell them anything new so they send you to the hospital instead and all the timeI’m doing damage. They decide to look down your throat and into your lungs and that’s when ihide behind some muscle and fat so they are still confused.
Eventually they decide to bring in the top dog to see if he can discover who I am, I may be introuble!
He has decided to send you for a CT scan. From experience these machines can see everything.Yes he has seen me. I had forgotten just how fast I can grow and can’t hide forever. But allsnot lost and I can still confuse them. I know the next step is to put you to sleep but it doesn’taffect me, and all i feel is cold when the air hits me after they open you up. I know what to do,I’ll let them have some fat and muscle tissue to test, that will keep them from discovering who Ireally am and I can continue with my mission.
Your crying, that’s ok, your confused, and sick and you want answers but that’s not why I’mhere. My job is to make it as hard as possible for those who are trying to make you better.My work is going well, your starting to lose weight and energy and your breathing is becominglaboured when you exert yourself, ha ha, nearly there.
Oh no, they are coming in again and through your back. Where can I hide this time? I don’tthink I can as I’ve gotten so fat. It’s cold and I can feel the knife cutting into me. Bit by bit theyare cutting me but I’ve been clever and wrapped myself around blood vessels and muscles sothey can’t remove all of me. It takes a lot out of you and it makes you feel very weak. (I mightmake it yet)
Oh no, what’s that awful taste and smell. I know its poison. They’ve discovered what I am and
how to treat me. Alls not lost as they don’t know how you will react to their concoctions and itmay make you worse instead of better.
I was right, you’re getting sicker after every treatment, your hair is falling out and you’ve lostmore weight, I may still win. But, but it’s affecting me too. I’m starting to shrink. I don’t seemto have the same power that I had. All this poison is killing me too.
I’m getting weaker and weaker. The treatments have stopped but they have started somethingworse, much worse. I can’t survive the onslaught of radiation. Day after day they are zappingme and I’m on my last legs. I know the end is near. Ok, you win, you live , I die!
The cancer is dead. Long live the patient!
