Mar 11
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Why Me?
I was just like any other 14 year old, I loved to play basketball, I hung with my friends, I listened to music and I thought the lead cheer leader was smoking hot. My classmates all thought I was a shoe in for the high school basketball team.
It was the last game of the season and we were in the locker room. I started to feel kind of dizzy, but I just brushed it off thinking it was nerves. “Come on Jesse, come on.” My team chanted away. I was pumped and led the team out to the roars of our classmates and family.
We started to play and boy did we play. We were in a tie 66-66 and I had the ball, I was dribbling down the court when I noticed that the whole gym was spinning around me. I tried to stop but instead fell face first on to the floor. I lost the ball it rolled away, someone else picked it up. I really wished it was my team. I looked around nervously to see the other team sink the ball.
The buzzer went signaling the end of the game, I tried to get up but as soon as I moved my head nausea washed over me, and I puked all over the court. I could feel the accusing eyes of our school and the nervous eyes of there parents. The next few minutes were fuzzy, all I remember was my couch pulling me up and then it went blank and I was unconscious.
I woke up at my house on the couch but I couldn’t move and I couldn’t talk. My mom must have seen me struggling because she came up beside me. She told me I had passed out at the game last night. When I tried to tell her I couldn’t move she got worried and called my father to help her get me too the car, she drove me to the hospital. When we got there a nurse came out with a wheelchair and helped my dad get me into it. They brought me to see my doctor who took some blood to do some tests.
The next day they called us back to the hospital and said they needed to do some more tests, and that they needed me to stay in the hospital. We agreed and they gave me a small curtained off room and some new clothes. The doctor came back after about an hour and said they needed to test my bone marrow.
I just figured these were normal tests I never thought my life would change forever. It hurt; taking the bone marrow. He had a big needle and stuck it in my lower back. I was really weak after that and slept for a while. I woke up a few times. The first time I saw my mom and the doctor talking. The second time I was alone. Finally I yanked my eyes open, and again fell asleep.
When I finally woke up my mother was beside me and she looked as if someone had punched her in the chest. She told me that I had leukemia and that I needed to start chemotherapy as soon as possible.
She also said the nurse had told her that I would lose all of my hair. I started to cry, I just couldn’t understand why it had to be me who got cancer, I had so much to live for. I was going to get a basketball scholarship and go to the NBA when I was older. Now I wasn’t so sure.
The next few weeks went by in a blur, I was really sick after I got chemo and lived in my bathroom, barely eating. I would wakeup in the morning to find my pillow covered in hair, and after my baths I would see chunks of hair going down the drain.
My mom took me to the barber shop to get my head shaved so I wouldn’t look so bad, my bro tagged along for support and he was going to meet his friends at the mall. When the barber was done I looked into the mirror and felt so sad, it finally hit me how truly sick I was. Just then my brother jumped into the seat next to me and ordered the barber to shave his head just like mine. He told me that he didn’t want me to be alone and that this was the best he could do to show it. I new how fond of his hair he was so giving it up was huge for him and it really touched me how much he loves me. I new I couldn’t let him down I had to get better, I just had to.
The children’s wish fund came to see me and said I could have one wish, and that it didn’t matter what it was. They just wanted me to be as happy as possible. I told them that I wanted to go meet Kobe Bryant he was my all time favorite basket ball player. He won 10 National titles with the Lakers, won 3 dunk contests, he also has a Cinderella story basketball career: cut from high school team and went on to play only a freshman year at the Saint mary’s college, then was drafted into the NBA. That was all I ever wanted to do. So they arranged it, I was going for a two day trip to meet him.
But something happened and they wouldn’t tell me what, they felt really bad and decided to send us to Canada’s wonderland instead. It was awesome.
Soon I started to get stronger again so the doctors gave my parents the medical bill, it was a lot, way more then we could afford and if I ever had a relapse we would go bankrupt. But my school started to do some fundraisers and raised 568.00 for me. It gave me so much happiness to now people cared this much about me, and
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and wanted me to get better, they sent me cards sporting famous basketball players.
I was going to get better so I could play basketball again.
The story about my school made national news and then the donations just started to pour in. We had enough to pay for all my medical bills plus enough to send me to a basketball camp.
When I was there I couldn’t run as long as everyone else and I had to stop playing by the third quarter. Finally I went to talk to my coach I told her all about my sickness and why I couldn’t play as long. I started to cry. She told me that I was one of the best players she had ever had on this team.
I met another boy my age that was just transferred to my hospital when I got back. We spent all our days together and played Nintendo. We became best friends and were as close as brothers.
One day my teacher pulled me aside from the other students and told me Brad had died. That scared me, he had the same kind of cancer I had and he didn’t beat it. I went to his
