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I grasped the lid one more time thrusting all that I had left in my body into the toilet I reached up to flush; I knew exactly where the handle was I slowly got back onto my feet and made my way to the sink rinsing my mouth and whipping my chin I tried so hard to avoid the mirror but something inside of me told me to look…and I did The few hairs that I had left were dangling off the top of my head, and the bags under my eyes were growing… Now I know why I tried to avoid this… Everything that I saw in that mirror stared at me…reminding me of this hell that I have been in for the past 6 months
All the hospitals, nurses, doctors, chemo, surgeries, being sick…this list is endless But everything that I was is gone now… Now I’m just this sick person… Lying in bed crawling to the bathroom throwing up having surgery…this is all I am anymore But as I look into the mirror I catch a glimpse of that girl I used to be… And I know what I’m fighting for now I’m just fighting for a chance to be that girl again I’m fighting to not just be a sick girl I’m fighting to be me again And I won’t stop…
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