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Too Young

Too Young

Too young to remember it all. Too young to hear those life-changing words. Too young to grow up so fast. Too young to need to make everyone happy despite the pain. Too young to watch the Dad I knew and loved have to go through this torture, Stage 4 Glioblastoma...

Even Gloomy Hospital Rooms Get Sunlight

Even Gloomy Hospital Rooms Get Sunlight

A thin shard of sunlight sliced through the pale blue curtains in the cold hospital room, burning against my throat. “Baba” was all I managed to say. I could not tell if he was asleep or awake. His eyes were dazed and unfocused as if he could not see the room in front...

Can a Hospital be a Playground?

Can a Hospital be a Playground?

Obviously, a hospital is not the first place that comes up when you think of a playground, but for me, Seattle Children's Hospital was my playground. I was only four years old when my baby brother was diagnosed with leukemia, and as a little kid, I didn't really...

Dear C,

Dear C,

I think about you in my sleep. Dreaming, of the lives you stifle breath out of, the lives you freely take. You were an accident. You were not meant to be here. A simple mutation, multiplying malignant cells at a rapid rate. Spreading to all that is good and clean and...

My Journey

My Journey

As I sit here looking down at a picture taken at Camp Ukandu, remembering all the memories, love and sadness I have experienced at this camp. We are huddled in a big group, we hug, hands on each others' backs holding each other close, wishing we did not have to leave...

In the Family

In the Family

It's so strange to think that the thing that can make you dangerously sick or even kill you was in you when you were first born. It just sits there. Deep inside your body, waiting to someday take hold of your life. As a young and healthy teenager, it's hard for me to...

Knotted Happiness

Knotted Happiness

In eighth grade, I walked down the halls of my middle school, desperate for answers, my heart pounding in my chest. Like a five hundred-piece puzzle, I wanted to fit each shape together until I knew the end result for certain. Today, I stand beside my mother in our...

How Pizza Saves Lives

How Pizza Saves Lives

You know how when you were younger, in elementary school, and the school liked to do fun little fundraisers? When I was younger, I knew that the money went to other people and kids who needed it. But my focus was usually on winning the pizza party. You do all of these...