1 Chapter 1
-Daughter, I love you very much, don't go -my father said crying.
-Blake, you are strong, fight for us please, we love you too much -I heard my mother distressed in the distance, but it was too late, a nurse stopped them because I entered the operating room.
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My name is Blake Hunter, I am 19 years old, I am milk white, freckled, heir to my mother's blue eyes and my father's brown hair, 6'0 tall and a lover of romance, fiction and drama.
At the age of 16 I was detected multiple myeloma, it sounds ugly, I know, you may wonder what the hell it is, here is the answer: Multiple myeloma is a cancer that affects the white cells of the bone and immune system; It started with a loss of appetite, and over the years it gave me anemia and real damage, apparently I have 2 years to live, enough to complete my wish list that for several years I have written down things that I want to fulfill.
I am very friendly, I do not have a large circle of friends for the reason that I was the sick and rare girl from High School, many people that I considered as true friends left and I did not know more about them, but I still have two brothers another mother, Charlie and Tasha.
-Give me pudding -Charlie said.
-Oh no, not even in your dreams- Tasha said and Charlie launched himself at her causing the death of the delicious chocolate pudding.
-Hahahahahahaha, idiots! -I said but stopped laughing because of the post-operative pain; they cleaned up and suddenly knock on my door.
-Come in -I said and my parents came in with the doctor.
-Hello little one -my mother says and she kisses me on the temple, my father gives me a small smile, it shows that he is tired.
-I hope you slept -said Amy, the doctor with an encouraging smile.
-I was on an excellent ancestral journey -my friends laughed. -Give me the news -I said seriously.
-We injected you with stem cells again, your body received them very well -Amy said and got some rest, but the bad news is missing.
-But ... -I said nervously.
-Your kidney damage has increased by 30% since your last checkup -Amy said, creating a tension in the room.
-There is a study being carried out by the Stanford hospital, you are one of the first, you will return in two months, if nothing extraordinary happens, to start the treatment, okay? -said Amy
-I'll be here -I said enthusiastically.
-A nurse will come to the same as always, continue with your pills, take care of yourself -Amy said goodbye and left.
I returned to the hospital after 2 months since I had a relapse, my back deteriorated more and more, I had pain in my pelvic area due to the kidneys and also too much fatigue ... and that I was having a moment of relaxation in my tub listening to Sia and Dua Lipa.
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When we got home, Charlie and Tasha stayed with me for a while longer, we ate some salad, but Charlie's mother called him and he left with Tasha because she doesn't have a car.
I was talking to the television about the program of who wants to be a millionaire, it must be a lot of pressure to be there with all the public watching, and to respond well.
-Constantinople -I yelled-Idiot! -he said the answer wrong.
-Shhh -I heard my mother from the office -I'm in a meeting.
-Sorry -I said
I live with my mother, my parents divorced when I was 10 years old, my father became addicted to money, he is the head of a multimillion dollar company and well the best thing was to separate, many problems every day; He married again, had 2 children and is happy, although he does not always see it, he is the best, I adore him.
I went up to my room, organized my meds, settled into bed, and few minutes later, I listened to my mom on the other side of the door.
-May l? -She knock the door.
-Come in -I said and made a space on my wide bed, it is customary for her to dine with me watching Friends, our favorite series. She came in with a tray and I could smell the honey and flour from the waffles. -You're the best!
-I know honey -she said and I laughed. She settled in, I put Netflix on TV and we had dinner with laughter.
-I want to surprise you -my mom said excitedly
-You and your surprises! I said and she left, I heard her opening drawers until she found it.
-Here you go -she said and gave me a very large box.
-Mom ... - I said, I tore the packaging and it was a new laptop. -I do not believe you!.
-I saw this one was failing -she pointed to my desk, my computer was an old Windows -so why not!.
-Thank you very much -I said and hugged her very tightly. I opened the box and a Macbook pro was there in its packaging.
After an hour of getting to know my computer, mom went to sleep, I had my appointment with the dose of pills, a shower with hot water, my skin-care routine and meditation for positive vibes.
A few minutes later, I grabbed my laptop, entered my blog, and wrote the following poem.
I still have almost all my teeth
almost all my hair and very little gray,
I can make and undo love
climb a ladder two at a time
and run forty meters behind the bus
so I shouldn't feel old
but the serious problem is that before
I did not notice these details.
-Blake Hunter
I am happy with my poetic act, very good comments begin to arrive, I am still waiting for a special person ... minutes pass until finally, Matteo Evans ... Who are you?
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