Through These Eyes: The courageous struggle to find meaning in a life stressed with cancerIsaacson, Lauren Ann
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Through These Eyes: The courageous struggle to find meaning in a life stressed with cancer
Isaacson, Lauren Ann
Cancer -- Patients -- Biography; Isaacson, Lauren Ann, 1961-1986
Once at the hospital, a doctor was doing his best to aid my injury.
I considered myself to be in terrific pain, and when he began attempting
to clamp my wound, I felt that he was doing me no service. Outraged,
I bit the doctor squarely on the arm. Apparently he didn't relish my
lack of enthusiasm and quickly bit me back. I was a trifle shocked;
however, I accepted the unspoken truce with no further outbursts.
I was also given to occasional inexplicable fears, such as a fleeting
intolerance for what I considered "fast and dangerous vehicles,"
including sled rides and motoring about in our home-made go-cart,
dubbed "the chug." My mom would soon tire of my ridiculous reactions
to those things most children would consider fun, and override my
stubborn insecurity by making me ride. The other kids were right.
It was fun!
More than anything else, I liked to be at home. I loved to romp
through the woods or busy myself indoors. Aside from my neighborhood
friends, I seldom sought interaction with others of my age; spending
much of my time with adults or alone. I was content with my crafts,
swing-set and the like. This attribute may account, to a degree, for
my shyness and lack of enthusiasm for group activities. On the whole,
I found it very difficult to speak at gatherings unless a question was
deliberately pointed in my direction.
As do most children, I enjoyed Kindergarten, although I did not mingle
with others during free-time. I found the various activities to be
interesting and to my liking. I loved the many art projects, except
those in which we were forced to use messy paste pots. I detested
sticky fingers, and was shocked to discover that some children liked
paste to such a degree that they would eat it. I recall stringing
beads to create necklaces through the duration of many play-times;
the teacher would sometimes suggest that I play with the other children,
but that idea I strongly opposed. I would, on occasion, join the group
at her bidding, but shortly I would excuse myself to once again make
necklaces. I simply did not relish pandemonium.
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