Through These Eyes: The courageous struggle to find meaning in a life stressed with cancer — John Shaqi
Through These Eyes: The courageous struggle to find meaning in a life stressed with cancerIsaacson, Lauren Ann
Science
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
The rain and thunderheads up there,
With lightning they come, fast as a mare.
I love to watch all the life that they keep,
The wolf, the fox, the hawk, and wild sheep.
Filling it's crannies, streams can be found,
In their tossing and turning, they're thrown to the ground.
So please, oh, please, come and see
This mountain paradise along with me.
Lauren Isaacson - 7th Grade - 1975
PAGE 38
Chapter 9
Discovery of Tumor
"There is always too much time before an unpleasant event; too much,
yet not near enough."
CHAPTER NINE
Discovery of Tumor
By the end of seventh grade, Jr. High no longer seemed an immense
edifice, and my confidence, as well as my acquaintances, grew. Each
day, before or after lunch, depending on one's lunch schedule, we would
assemble in our respective "homerooms"; here we could talk among
ourselves if we did not become noisome or in any way obnoxious. I made
two acquaintances in the room, and between the three of us, idle
chatter abounded. One day I remember above all others. I was involved
in conversation with the two girls when I looked down at my stomach and
noticed that it was definitely lop-sided in appearance. I called their
attention to it so that they also could share in the humor of my
distortion. We all laughed in simultaneous bursts of wonder at the
spectacle, then moved on casually to other things. I figured that my
stomach was bloated from gas. "No big deal." However, for the next
several weeks, I maintained a vigil on my stomach, and to my
perplexity, the odd "lop-sidedness" persisted. Eventually I decided
that I should divulge the discovery to my parents.
It was summer vacation, and school would be in the past for three
beautiful months. The annual family trip was only weeks away, and I
could barely wait. When Mom said that I would have to go to the
doctor, I felt an eerie certainty that something was drastically amiss,
and therefore requested that we first go on our trip to Colorado; I
knew that if my sensation was correct, I would never be able to see the
mountains...at least not that year. The trip, I felt, could not be
postponed.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account