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It’s been a few days, I know, but I have an awesome tear jerking story for you. It will be broken into a few different parts to pull out the suspense, cause I’m a great story teller like that. Without further adue…get some tissues.

Anyway, way way way way back, in the distant year of 2004. It was May, and I was in my last year of high school. There wasa growing concern by my friends, that I was infact, turning yellow. Joke to some…like my parents…but nevertheless. On May 21st I got a doctors appointment to look into my pigment and major lack of energy. Upon enter the small doctors office at the bottom of my street the nurse took one look at me and said “You look horrible.” I looked at her with my dead, dead eyes and could muster only enough energy to nod my head in aggrence. The doctor called my name and I headed to the office, sat down, he took one look at me and said “Go to emergancy.” So my mother and I left right away heading for the Cobequid (an emergancy serive center). To which I had to answer a string of questions and was well on my way to getting blood work done. Which 4 years ago. Took about 2 hours for a quick test now that takes about 30 mins. At this point I had lost all track of time. I know I left my high school at around 11:30 for lunch but at this point, I didn’t have a watch, things were moving very fast, I can’t really give you an acurate timeline. The only thing I remember after sitting in the small hospital room trying to reassure my parents, and myself that I was fine. I hear the doctor which I will forever refere to as “The Surfer Doc” on the fun with the Halifax Infirmary (H.I). Now, the large hospital in Halifax, Nova Scotia, is split into two sites. The H.I and The Victoria General. They are both the same hospital though, called the Queen Elizibeth II Hospital (The QEII). I hear him say on the phone “I have a patient here, his blood work has come back a little funky, I’m going to transfer him over there.” And the fun wait for the ambulence began. You know, I’m always re-asured when I hear a doctor say he doesn’t know what’s wrong with his patient.

Anyway, I take my first ambulence ride over to the H.I and get a nice little privite emgency room, where I get pin pricked, blood drawn, and maybe my favorite, a bone marrow exam preformed by 2 residents with the head doctor (which luckily enough was an oncologist) over seeing. Needless to say that wasn’t exactly the most fun I’ve ever had. Again at this point, I don’t know what time it is, how long I’ve been running around to hospitals, nothing. Fianlly the doctor comes in to say it’s leukemia, and that I will be getting transfered as soon as possible to a section in the Victoria General site of The QEII.

End of part 1…suspensful huh? You have no idea if our protagonist is going to make it….

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