The Past: My First Admission
I was lucky to have gone in the hospital a full 4 years after my diagnosis. I was seven years old and in the first grade. My cleanout was scheduled for the first two weeks of school. It didn’t really hit me too hard that I would be missing my first two weeks in the big school, with a full 6 hour schedule. I had to do what I had to do. I was in a double room with a little girl who loved to watch Nickelodeon. I was shy, and never said much to her. The hospital was scary. Getting my picc line placed was frightening. I didn’t know what was happening, it was a first time for everything. But I had my mom right by my side the whole time to ease my fears. I got to pick a new color to wrap my picc line in every couple days. The hospital turned out being more fun than expected. I had visitors almost every day, and I got so many cards and gifts. I had tons of stuffed animals once I went home and all sorts of things to keep me busy. I kept a journal and had everyone sign it when they came in. My favorite place was the “Activity Room” where I could go and play with other patients and we would show off our...
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