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Isabelle – She's 4 years old and has curly blonde hair that flows down to the middle of her back. She enjoys ice cream, playing outside in the rain, and reading.
She dislikes watching sports, going to church, and having her older brother away at college halfway across the world. Technically, it's three states away but it feels like the whole earth to her.
About three weeks ago her parents started noticing she consistently had a fever and would frequently have nosebleeds up to twice a day. Then her lymph nodes started becoming swollen in her neck so they took her into a specialist. Isabelle has now been diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, a cancer that affects lymphocytes, a type of white blood cell. Leukemic cells gather in bone marrow, replace normal blood cells and spread to other organs.
She's set to start chemo next week and her hair will no longer be down to her shoulders.
It's been a month since Iz started chemo and there are no visible signs of improvement. Her parents are terrified, yet she is strong. She no longer has a sweet tooth for ice cream and her playtime is kept strictly indoors but she still reads like always, possibly in the hopes of becoming lost in the dream worlds contained on each page she flips through.
She watches Sunday Night Football with her dad every week now because she sees how happy it makes him.
She still doesn't go to church but she now prays every day because she knows sometimes God listens to you and grants your wish. The fact that her brother has taken the semester off to be her stronghold is a perfect example. The doctors don't know if Isabelle will make it through but she vows to never lose hope; and that gives me hope.
I once asked her what the best part of her life was. Her answer was simple, but I'll never forget the words that spilled from her innocent mouth.
"Because I am sick, my family is always here with me. I may be dying, but I've never felt more alive."
She dislikes watching sports, going to church, and having her older brother away at college halfway across the world. Technically, it's three states away but it feels like the whole earth to her.
About three weeks ago her parents started noticing she consistently had a fever and would frequently have nosebleeds up to twice a day. Then her lymph nodes started becoming swollen in her neck so they took her into a specialist. Isabelle has now been diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, a cancer that affects lymphocytes, a type of white blood cell. Leukemic cells gather in bone marrow, replace normal blood cells and spread to other organs.
She's set to start chemo next week and her hair will no longer be down to her shoulders.
It's been a month since Iz started chemo and there are no visible signs of improvement. Her parents are terrified, yet she is strong. She no longer has a sweet tooth for ice cream and her playtime is kept strictly indoors but she still reads like always, possibly in the hopes of becoming lost in the dream worlds contained on each page she flips through.
She watches Sunday Night Football with her dad every week now because she sees how happy it makes him.
She still doesn't go to church but she now prays every day because she knows sometimes God listens to you and grants your wish. The fact that her brother has taken the semester off to be her stronghold is a perfect example. The doctors don't know if Isabelle will make it through but she vows to never lose hope; and that gives me hope.
I once asked her what the best part of her life was. Her answer was simple, but I'll never forget the words that spilled from her innocent mouth.
"Because I am sick, my family is always here with me. I may be dying, but I've never felt more alive."
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they make a poet out of me
my lover is a poet
not just with their words
but with their gaze
with the touch of their skin
and their lips on mine
my lover creates poetry just by breathing
poetry of the world
and poetry out of me
in a way i can't believe
(for fear that they may leave)
my lover makes a poet out of me
for i see stars in their gaze
and warmth in their smile
they're lovely
and i want to compose them
for the poet that they are
but they, like a galaxy...
indescribable
Literature
Do you see me?
Do you see me as I see you?
Do you notice how I stare?
I see you look over your shoulder.
Do you notice I’m always there?
I see you look out the window
Checking on the weather.
Will you wear your long coat?
Or maybe your favourite sweater?
I see you leave the house,
Dashing down the street.
You’re late for work, aren’t you?
Did you oversleep?
I see you wrinkle your nose
When you ride the train
And that guy is way to close.
I’ll make sure he won’t do it again.
I see you get to work,
And for hours I won’t see you.
I stay in a bar waiting
Doing my best not to feel blue.
I see you leave work.
You are not
Literature
What Do You See
What do you see
When you look at me
A stunning face?
A beauty?
A grace?
I see someone with a double chin
Pants that slide down
Cause she wears them
Again and again
A quiet look
And dead, but beautiful, eyes
Asking to die
But terrified of that option
Whether it be by her hands
Or someone else's
Calloused hands
From simple work
No longer soft
Or carefree
Only ragged
The only ones
Who have actually seen
Or felt
What's inside of me
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NOTE: If you enjoyed this and would like to see the series continued, please let me know.
part 1 of a new series i am considering starting about children with cancers and the struggles they endure. it's amazing how these kids have such a positive outlook on life when they are forced to go through so much. they give me hope.
comments greatly appreciated.
these words are my heart. a very caring heart.
part 1 of a new series i am considering starting about children with cancers and the struggles they endure. it's amazing how these kids have such a positive outlook on life when they are forced to go through so much. they give me hope.
comments greatly appreciated.
these words are my heart. a very caring heart.
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That last line is so sweet, and another brilliant piece. These kids put most people to shame, they deal with so much