*The wonder drug that might help me* I spent the entirety of this week in the hospital. I thought I would have a panic attack the moment I returned to the 9th floor at Helen DeVos but I handled it better than I thought I would. I was stuck in the mindset that I was in isolation, that I couldn't leave my room for any reason. I was scared to. I've learned little in AP Lit this week, except that I am grateful to have an understanding teacher and partner. I always try my hardest not to let people down and it's difficult to do that when I am locked up. It's a battle, constantly. Between myself and God, because we should trust Him through all things, which I do trust Him. I just don't understand why this is happening to me everything was fine until last year. He hasn't revealed that to me yet. I really just wanted a normal senior year, and now people will wonder why I am away. I hesitate when I tell them because if I say Aplastic Anemia they don't understand the severity or what it means. If I say blood cancer, I feel like I am lying. It's treated like a cancer pretty much. Cancer is so final too, I don't want to claim it. They'll react very strange and I don't want to watch their faces contort as their minds sculpt the different way they will look at me now. In Manistee everyone knew that if I was tired it was because I had little oxygen pulsing through my body. I don't know how this reflective blog will score, but it's me reflecting on my life at the moment. The only positive thing stemming from my current situation is that I have more time to write.
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Josephine
11/1/2016 05:24:21 am
Hi Corrine,
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