Contest: Never Give Up Day
Hello my dear Steemians,
Today I wanted to write for this contest that is running by @inspiracion , here is the link if you are also interested:
https://steemit.com/steem-venezuela/@inspiracion/concurso-dia-de-nunca-rendirse-never-give-up-day
When I was a child I remember being very often in different hospitals. As a child I had no idea why and what needed to be done. My parents were always on my side and to tell the truth I was allowed everything I wanted, especially on the day when I did not feel well. I remember seeing my mother with such worried facial expression and also those days she spent night with me I love that and on next day I really felt much better.
Later on when I grown up a little and was able to understand better what is what I questioned my mother why I am so often unwell and need to be in hospital, that was time when I was 6 years old. My parents decided to have a frank conversation and explained that I have a condition that affects my white blood cells and they are too many in my bloodstream but not really working well and it is called Leukaemia. Since then this word became like my last name or like my family, because it was always there and when people hear that then they immediately changed the expression of their faces that turned into compassion and that is what I hated.
At the age of 6 I then had Steem cell transplant and to tell the truth I felt great. I was “normal” again, I joined my friends in sport classes, we were out and also I started prepare myself for the final exams in High School to enter University.
One day after such busy week I felt tired and sleepy, I had no appetite and also I noticed hard lumps at my neck. I did not know what is that but my mother warned me if I feel something like lumps anywhere to tell her immediately and so I did. I was on phone to my mum and she froze for few seconds, then she said that she is going to arrange an appointment with doc as soon as possible.
The next, instead of going to my exam, I went to hospital for biopsy and after long 10 days we heard from my doctor that Leukaemia was back, this time different type of it and Doc explained that is what usually tend to happen after transplant. The Doc also said that the chances of good response is low and my mum broke in tears. That moment made me very angry and I told myself: I managed to get away with good response the first time therefore, I was ready to fight again and I was not going to Give Up!
I am inviting following users for contest: @rumanaafroz, @monz122, @uzma4882
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