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Veterinarian help please with bloody kitty butt?

Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010

I have 2 4 month old kittens and I switched their food over to a newer kind on the 5th of July and ever since their breath has been STINKY and one of their butts has been bloody. They both have been gassy too. I’ve heard from many people that the food I’m feeding is often too rich for many cats. Would rich food cause bad breath, farting and a bloody butt? The butt just looks raw and blood is right under the surface of the skin. I haven’t seen any blood in any feces.

I also too a lot of time switching them over – 2 months of slowly mixing the old food with the new until it was all the new food.

Help!
No diarrhea either
Ok, more information here. Just one of my older cats also has the same butt problem…

pregnancy question, please help?!?

Saturday, May 8th, 2010

Hey, im 33 weeks pregnant (tomorrow) and i have the worse cold and flu! i cant sleep and im so restless! i feel really rubbish. All the cold and flu medicine says you cant take it if your pregnant, is there any home remedies anyone could share that does work? or is there and medication anyone could advise which is safe in pregnancy? or would ,y doctor be able to give me anything for it? im not usually this pathetic but i cant breath and feel like someone is sqeezing my head tight!!! thanks for any answers!!! x
and RYAN O this is a website where pregnant women ask pregnant women questions, if your a 13 yr old boy why are you here???!! Some people are so rude!!

Is there a disease she could possibly have? (SERIOUS! please help!!)?

Saturday, May 1st, 2010

My good friend from high school has been quite ill for a few months now. (she’s 26) I asked this question somewhere else, and although got no good answers found out that a woman’s daughter has basically EVERY SINGLE symptom listed. Her daughter started getting them when she was 11, she’s now 14 and things are getting worse.

They’re fairly usual symptoms, but they’re causing the destruction of their lives. Enough chit chat, they are:

-TERRIBLE insomnia, up until past 4 every night, no medications or lifestyle changes help.
-Frequent spells of tremors. It’s almost a hyperactive thing, except it mostly happens when they have no energy.
-Terrible nausea very often. Results in shaking and crying.
-Acid reflex.
-Often very lightheaded, frequent headaches/migraines
-Shortness of breath, difficulty breathing although there are no signs of any lung problems.
-If they don’t eat they get bloated, then gassy but not gross just basically air. This is a very painful thing.
-Changes in ability of vision.
-Extreme mood fluxes, (almost like a manic depressive)
-Become very impulsive and apathetic.
-Suicidal tendencies or thoughts.

These girls are not acting out for attention. It took a lot of effort to find out these details in both cases.
I’m very very worried is there any disease they could have that we can cure for them?? I hate seeing my friend’s life unravel. She can’t do ANYTHING anymore, not even eat!
I know depression etc is psychological but I’ve heard that things like brain tumors can make you depressed.

JUST PLEASE HELP!!
Doctors say they’re fine
because they hide their symptoms

but I see the pain my friend suffers. So much pain. How do I stop this??
Oh and one very big one I forgot

-Difficulty moving. No energy. Body just *Wont* move, as if you were dehydrated, although it happens when they’re fully hydrated. She becomes very weak and also dilusional. This happens about 2 times a week.

comments on my poem please.?

Tuesday, April 27th, 2010

hey i just want honest comments on my poem i wrote for school

thanks

Title ; Addiction

Addiction…
Addiction to Vanity. The devils favorite Sin./
Vanity Is so Secure in the heart of man that everyone wants to be admired.
Even I who wrote this and you who reads this./
Nothing makes one so vain as being told one is a sinner. Conscience makes egotists of us all/
The prettiest people do the ugliest things of course
because the only real cure to vanity is loneliness in 4 walls/

Addiction…
Sex and Cigarettes. Sins that will kill me.
I felt an angel’s possessing grip, the flames
rising from your skin. The shadow of the divine/
Telling me The way you make love
is the way God will be with you in time./
So I am sweet with mine/
But hard and a little rough at the same time/
Its funny. Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest/
because the prettiest people do the ugliest things
in all the wrong places/
I exhale My sin stick feeling lost inside…

Addiction…
Addiction to Emo Depression
The youth have hope because it’s their future they’re hopeful about and if they’re depressed about their own future such as myself after what happened that night, well, then we are in a bad state, and we keep
Hope alive by keeping it alive amongst ourselves/
And We stay sain by finding fault in everyone else/
Growing up in public housing alongside
Skateboard rats, hustlers and hood rats/
The 1 percenters.. some how we all lost track/
And now I can’t smile anymore or have a reason to
Wake up and not feel sore/
Because one thing I was thought was
There’s no excuse to be bored.
Sad yes, Angry yes, Depressed yes, Crazy yes.
But never an excuse for being bored./

Addiction..
Addiction to loneliness…
Out of all the creatures we are the loneliness..
We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone./
and that we have a home/
deals made between satin and jehova tells a differnent story/
they bet on souls from before you are born,/
trading..like kids do with baseball cards about who is going to hell
and who will be coming Home/
we are all alone
and the time when you most need someone is when you realize that you are all alone/

Addiction..
Addiction to you..to love..
I lost you..
I am a Man so tears i do not cry../
but Photografic memories of you makes me feel the tears inside/

Addiction..
Addiction to life..
dream as if you live forever..live as if you die today/
live like everyday is summer vacation..
we did and it made us happy in some small way/
laugh as much as you breath love as long as you live/
live for the moment and as forgiveness later for sin/

Skate rats, hoodrats, pimps, hustlers and stick up kids..
these are my friends..
these is the leasons they taught me
So old man..This is my addiction..
a addict to life
and if I die today I die free..

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Is this good? Its a little short story. Please comment and tell me if its good.?

Monday, April 26th, 2010

Tell me if its good or bad. I can handle if you say its not:

I slowly lifted my head, glancing up at him through my eyelashes, a pained frown covered
my face. My grip on his hands tightened, and i stared him straight in his eyes.
A silent tear slid down my cheek, and i watched as his eyes watered with unshed tears.
“You do, dont you?” He asked, his voice sounded strangled.
I didnt look away from his eyes, and saw first hand for the first time him cry. His face
shifted, his eyes turned from confused to agonized as he realized that i didnt love him.
Like every man, he thought he could cure this by a kiss; he stepped closer to me, but i
automatically stepped back, and raised my head.
“Dont,” I said, my voice sounded oddly confident for how badly i was feeling, and how much
pain i was going through right now.
“Sam…”
“Nick, I dont love you.”
“No,” He shook his head, trying to get what i just said from entering his mind. “No, you do.
I know you do.”
More tears began sliding down my face, “I dont.”
He took another step towards me, and i took one back. “Goodbye.” I whispered.
he saw it then, he couldn’t save me, because i was already to far gone. He knew know, in
that one word, that it was over. I didnt love him, and that i had already began to move on.
His face crumbled, but he nodded anyway. “Just know one thing; i’ll never stop loving you.”
He turned and slowly walked out the front door.
It didnt hit me hard until i saw his car make his way out of my driveway, the rain pelting
down on his Range Rover.
My hands flew up to my face, and i slumped backwards onto the wall, and then slid to the
floor. Sobs escaped my mouth, and soon, i couldnt breath; i was crying too much.
My heart burned in my chest, pushing against my rib cage. I shoved the hair out of my face,
and slammed my head against the wall, but i couldnt feel it, i was drowing in my own sea of pain.
Soon, i was wailing, like a little baby, and i hated doing this. But, everytime i tried to stop
crying like this, more tears would stream done my face, and it was like my brain wouldnt let me
stop crying, and wailing like this. I felt weak, i looked like a mess, and i hated myself for
breaking my heart along with Nicks.
The truth is, i did love him. I loved him so much, i wanted to actually marry him, but when he
pulled out that sparkling ring, i froze, and tored him apart. I cant handle a life without
doing what i wanted to do, instead having to be told what to do, and not have any freedom.
I didnt want that, and the only way to get out of it, was to tell him i had used him, that i
never really loved him.
A soft vibration went up leg, and then my ringtone “Day’n Night” began to play.
I ignored it, and kept crying.
Why had I done that? I loved Nick, he was my soulmate, every time i saw him a spark lite
my heart, and my face beamed.
My ringtone blasted again, and i shook my head again, now slightly annoyed.
Couldnt anyone leave me alone?
I lost everything that i loved. Nick, Carma, and Milynda.
I remembered Carma and Milynda, my two little twins who had died after i gave birth to
them just months eariler. I was devastated, Carma had only been alive for a week, yet she clung
to me with her life. When i wasnt with her, which was rarely, she wouldnt stop crying until
i had her tiny hand wrapped around my pinky. Milynda lived for an entire month until her
own body became a danger to her. Her lungs were too little, so she couldnt get enough oxygen
to her heart, which caused her to live sometimes conscious, and unconsious. Carma and Milynda
were both premature.
New tears flowerd down my cheeks as i realized that if it wasnt for me, they would be healthy,
and alive today.
What was there to live for? I had no one, anymore. No family, no mother or father, and no
children.
My ringtone blasted yet another time, and i looked down to see who was calling,
It was an unknown caller. I didnt understand why someone was calling me over and over again
if it was an unknown person. Without thinking, i picked up the phone.
“Hello.”
“Is this Samaantha Mckoy?” A deep voice asked.
My voice was barely audible. “Yes.”
“It is! Samaantha, how have you been? Its me, Matt. Matt Koliek.”
“Nows not a great time, Matt.” I said, he had very bad timing.
“But, remember last summer, when we spent an entire week together? That was so much fun.”
“That was two years ago, im 23 now, maybe we should just put that behind us. You never called me
so i never bothered with you. I moved on.”
I took a deep breath, and began to shut the phone when i heard, “I still know where you live.”
I paused, “What?”
“1931 Lexington Place. You live there, in a white town house. You have a blue Camry, and its
sitting underneath an oak tree. A guy came out of the house a little while ago, and then you
started crying, or something.”
I gasped, and jumped up, and quickly ran towards the window. “How did you…?”
“How did i know all these th
Heres the rest. sorry it cut off.

“How did i know all these things? Well, for one thing, you shouldnt try to call the cops,
because you’ll have nothing to call them on.”
I laughed nervously, “I have my cell phone…”
I slammed the phone shut, and the was about to dial 911 when a shiver ran up my spine.
I suddenly had the idea that i was being watched.
“Not for long.” Matt said, and i spun around.
“Oh my god!” I shrieked as i jumped backwards. “How did you get in my house?”
He stepped out of the shadows, and laughed. “It was easy, when lover boy was carrying you
inside the house, you two were to busy in your little converse–” i notice how sour his voice
got when he said that–”that you didnt even see me. I walked right in as you guys were upstairs.”
I reached out to get my handlings on the wall, so that i wouldnt trip over someting as i escaped.
“Stay away from me.” I managed to say.

I’m sick! please help!!!!?

Monday, April 26th, 2010

i’ve been sick with the flu since last week. i had a bit of sore throat and runny nose. it stopped for like a day and again on saturday i got really ,really sick. i have been taking medicine like nyquil, tynenol,and some other ones, but nothing seems to work. i had also a high fever for 3 days, but that went away since i bought some new mediine. i still have a bad runny nose and somewhat of sore throat, since i can’t breath through my nose. my chest hurts for coughing too much, also my left eye is so red, is this because of the flu? also how long could flu last? and could it come back like it did, or it just never left? or does any one know home remedies i can try? also i can’t afford the doctor, sice i’ll have to pay at least $100.00 thanks!

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rate my poems please?

Sunday, April 25th, 2010

hi so if u can check out my poems and let me know which 1 is the best (though they r not that good) i would really appreciate it and how to make them better thanks :D

Depressed mode

Taking one step at a time
Used to be so easy
Living life to the fullest
Seemed to be so exciting
But after losing the second half of my spirit
Living more is like a cold blooded killer
Cruelty of the world pushes you to the limit
Where killing your self seems to be the only way that you can rest for a minute
Every breath that i take is full of tragic
I have to give my self all the credit
I used to count the people that I love
But now I have no one to think of
Wondering how my life will end up
Will I ever find the man that I adore
Or will I remain sitting in this corner all alone
Screaming out loud from the deep of my heart
Laying in the darkness trying to figure out
Why my life turned to be such a big fat lie
I turned my back for a moment and all the people that I like
Suddenly vanished in a blink of an eye

Mixed emotions

Walking along the street
I saw you beside a tree
I looked into your eyes
And I just felt so alive
You took my heart and my soul
I couldn’t breathe anymore
You became the air that I inhale
The dream that kept me awake
In a second of that day
I thought I’d never cry again
Until you faded away
Now you’re the source of my pain
My friends said it’ll be okay
He is not worth it anyway
The only thing I can say
I still love you till today
The thought of losing you is scary
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
I begged you to stay
But you pushed me and ran away
I guess it’s time for good bye
Moving on is what I’m going to try

The last thoughts

Have you ever tried?
To commit suicide
Have the knife in your hand
Trying to decide
Where should you be stabbed?
After you’re left behind
In my heart? You asked
Or just push it through my back?
What ever you choose
When you see the blood rushing out throw the wound
You get confused
Trying to get the knife removed
Your life flashes in front of you
Wondering in the last second
What in the world did I do?
Calling a hospital near by
To help you get cure
When they finally arrive
It’s to late you realized
This time it’s really true
What you’re going through
It can’t be stopped
You should’ve thought enough
Only one hour passed
And now your history and past

Bad routine

The alarm is ringing
Your eyes are opening
Your day is beginning
With a cup of coffee ready for drinking
First hour is calming
Second hour people are calling
What you are hearing
Doesn’t seem so pleasing
The third hour you are spending
In trying to solving
All the troubles that are happening
While you were showering
Hurry up time is passing
Your day is ending
While your doing nothing
After a while your friend is visiting
At least you’ll have a shoulder for crying
When she arrives you start fighting
Oh my god when is it time for relaxing
Midnight is coming
Finally you can get ready for sleeping
The only way for resting
Never waking up is what you’re hoping
But still the alarm keeps on ringing
Another day is starting
And again troubles are gathering

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Constructive criticism please?

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010

This is my first attempt at a story. Its the first chapter. I would you guys to tell if it was great enough so I could improve.

It was raining. Hard. But I guess that is to be expected I was in New York, its one of the most rainiest places in the US. Maybe it was an omen you know how they say rain is a sign of bad luck? Well, I was here to meet a father I’ve never known. Perhaps this was a sign he wouldn’t want me. No, I would give it a chance. If he didn’t want to know me then at least I could say I tried. I wanted him to give it a try, I’ve lived all my 18 years on earth without a father. I think its time I had one.

Beep beep!

My thoughts were interrupted by the honking noise of a car. I was so not used to New York. In Italy people hardly ever drove. We had small cobblestone pathways but hardly any roads. I was just going to have to get used to it I guess…if my father wanted me.

I countinued my journey through New York and finally found the diner I’d be staying at. It was a cute little diner. It looked like a place you’d see in a small country town. It was a tannish color with white rimmed windows and a red door. It was located right in between two large skyscrapers. It looked so out of place, kinda like me.

I gathered my courage and walked in side the bell alerting everyone of my presence. I was greeted by a small asian woman with short spiky pink and orange hair wearing an apron.

“Hello, I’m Kim and I’ll be your waitress.” Kim said with a faint Korean accent.

“Oh, thank you. But I’m actually here for Rhonda. I’m supposed to be staying here, I called in advance.” I said smiling.

“Oh, Rhonda. OK, I’ll tell her your here than.” She said returning my smile with one of her own.

While I was waiting I decided to get familiar with my new surroundings but while I was turning around I ran in to a man. What a klutz huh? I know, it sucks!

“I’m SO sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. You see I’m a very clumsy person. My equilibrium is totally off. I was looking for something to cure it actually and well I tried yoga but I could never get back out of the positions I was in so…” I trailed off realizing I had said all of the without taking a breath or letting him speak.

“I’m sorry. I ramble a lot, as you can see.” I said smiling sheepishly.

He laughed. “I think its endearing. And its OK, I wasn’t looking where I was going either.” He said smiling a lopsided smile.

My breath caught in my throat. All the while I was rambling I hardly noticed how beautiful he was. He stood at 6’3 at least a foot over me. He had dark brown hair that came to the bottom of his earlobes and gorgeous green eyes. Simply breathtaking.

“Hello?” He said waving a hand in front of my face.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I said embarrassing myself once more.

“Do you always say that?” He asked smiling.

“Do what?” I asked confused.

“Say sorry every time you do something.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” I said without realizing I’d said it again.

He just laughed. I however was a red as a beet.

“I don’t say that all the time actually. I don’t know whats wrong with me.” I said laughing.

“I’m Devin by the way.” He said holding his hand out for mine.

“Angelina but my friends call me Angel.” I said shaking his hand.

“Well, I can definitely agree with them.” He said still holding my hand within his.

“Huh?” I ask confused.

“I can see why they call you Angel. Now, I’ve never seen an angel before but if I had to guess it would be you.” He said caressing my hand with his thumb.

“Well, aren’t you quite the little sweet talker.” I said pulling my hand from his.

He frowned. “No, I’m just being honest. So I take it your not from around here.” He said putting his hands in the leather jacket pockets.

“No, I’m originally from Venice, Italy. I came here to find my father.” I said running a hand through my long black hair.

“Wow, Venice? That is awesome. What is your father’s name Angel? I might know of him.” He said smiling once more.

“James Harrison.” I said as a matter of fact.

His eyes got real big and he looked really shocked. I panicked wondering if he was OK but he quickly recovered.

“Your James’ daughter?” He sputtered.

“Yes, you know of him?” I asked hopefully.

“Uh, yeah. We work together. Well, I work for him but… Wow, I didn’t know James had a daughter.” He said amazed.

“Well, I would hope not considering he doesn’t know of me either.” I said looking to my boot covered feet.

He looked like he didn’t know what to say so I began talking.

“Can you take me to him? My mother only told me of what city he lives not an address. She said she didn’t want me getting hurt but I don’t see how that is relevant.” I said sticking my chin out.

“Well, they are things you don’t know about him. I’ll take you to him. When do you wanna go?” He asked his playfulness was gone now replace with a dutiful expression.

“As soon as I get settled in my r

How do I stop my phobias and anxieties from literally taking over my life? Please Help!?

Monday, April 19th, 2010

Please help me! I have like a gazillion phobias & anxieties I’m terrified of everything – flying: I think it might crash, cockroaches, needles, the dark, ghosts/paranormal things, dying, pain, heights, growing old, fire, the dentist, crickets, going in a car because i think it might crash, I’m claustrophobic, I won’t go anywhere on my own or if I don’t know anyone, scared of going to sleep because I get terrible nightmares … I could go on and on seriously!! I even get anxious when I pick up the phone! My heart pounds in my throat and I can’t breath properly. It doesn’t help either that I have asthma which just makes it worse!!

Also I’m a terribly hopeless romantic but I’m also scared that if I meet someone in the future he’ll end up being a killer or something or he’ll just leave me at the alter like you hear about those stories of guys who are all perfect untill you get married and then they’ll turn on you. When I see a movie you know how they have the guy and the girl who look into each others eyes when they’re about to kiss for the first time and then I think awwww how romantic, then I think how scary it could be and my heart starts pounding.

We went overseas two years ago on a huge trip we went to 6 countries and I was fine before that, cause we’d been overseas before and I used to love flying, but then suddenly when they closed the doors I started to freak out! and every little tiny thing that wasn’t perfect I freaked out and thought the plane was gonna crash. My tray table was loose once and I thought well what if everything else is loose what if the engine falls of the wing and then the plane crashes and we all die! Also, remember the TWA 800? Apparently these girls were offered a different flight and so they took it and thats the plane that blew up .. well the same thing happened when we left london to go to dubai, the check in guy said do we want to take another flight 1 hour earlier because it was only half full or something so my dad said we would and then I started to freak and think the same thing was gonna happen to our plane! Obviously I got here safe, but I’m scared that because I’ve been on nearly 20 flights in my life that the next one I go on the plane will crash because the more times you go on a plane the more likely it is to crash.

Now my biggest problem of all is my extreme phobia of the dentist! I’m sooo scared of going that if I ever get a toothache or something wrong with my teeth in the future, I just won’t go and’ll end up having heart disease or something which I’m terrified of that also but my brain just tell’s me it won’t be as bad as going to the dentist which I know it’ll of course be tonnes worse then the dentist but I physically can not go to the dentist. And then I’m scared that I’m gonna get high blood pressure because I keep freaking out about these things and that causes major major stress.

I need like a million hypnotherapy lessons or something to cure all these phobias because theyre literally just taking over my life but is there any way I can get over them myself I can’t exactly shell out the money for a hypnotherapist because I’m only 18, or if I do end up getting the money for one from somewhere, I’m scared that because I have all these phobias it’s too much to cure and I’ll be a hopeless case. What do I do to get over my phobias myself, Please please help me!!! This is literally taking over my life and my rationallity.

And please no rude answers!

Is this good or bad? Please tell me?

Monday, April 12th, 2010

i just started writing this book yesterday, and i need to know if i should finish it, or just leave it.

The White Nights.

Stella
I flopped on my bed, and cried. I missed Chrissy Anne extremely. It’s funny how much I could actually miss my step mom, but, here I am, missing her with all my heart. I pulled my pillow over my head, and more tears soaked my bed. Someone knocked on my door, and stepped in.
“Go away!” I moaned, and threw the pillow at the someone.
“Please Sis, talk to me.” Kimberlee whimpered, and stomped her foot.
When I didn’t answer, she stomped her foot again.
“Stella.” She whined.
I looked up at my sister, she was wearing her baggy black sweatpants, and had on a tight white short-sleeve shirt. Her long black hair was pulled together in a messy pony tail, and her face was flawless, but she had bags under her eyes.
I patted the bed beside me, for my 15 year old sister to come sit on. She ran over and slumped on the bed.
Me and Kimberlee used to get along like peanut butter and jelly, ha, that’s a funny way to put it. But we sort of clicked, we used to tell each other everything, and we never held back. But ever since Chrissy Anne left my dad, I never really shared anything with her anymore, I was always too depressed. At first Chrissy Anne was just one of my dad’s friends, she was always there with me, helping me getting through my cancer, and my mom leaving because she couldn’t deal with all this financial problems.
Then she became my dad’s shoulder to cry on, and then eventually he asked her to marry him.
I sighed. “I’m sorry Kimbee. I really am.”
She reached over and ran her fingers through my silk black hair, and then she started crying. I reached over and touched the droplets dropping from her shut eyes, and then hugged her.
“Don’t cry, everything’s going to be all right.”
She pushed me away from her, she looked furious. “No! No, nothing’s going to be all right. You have cancer, and you’re dying every minute. And Chrissy Anne is gone! And you were starting to look better when she was here, and she helped you! All we are doing is sitting here doing nothing!”
I grabbed her hand, today was a good day. I felt a little energized, I actually went for a walk this morning. But, yesterday was a bad day, I could barely get out of bed.
I felt tears fall from my eyes; I wasn’t ready to die yet. I had so many things in life unopened.
“I know, but they are making some cures, kimbee Cakes.” I called her that to make her smile, and sure enough, she smiled.
“So, there is no need to cry.” I paused, then took a deep breath, “How is your little boyfriend.”
She frowned, “I dumped that big jerk.” She said solemnly.
“Then why do you look so sad.” I said.
She made a angry face. “He said, ‘oh, how’s your gorgeous, sister. The cancer freak.’”
I looked down, why would Leo say such a thing? I mean, ever since I got cancer, I thought I became kind of ugly. Because I am always pale, my eyes, which used to be a brilliant color teal. (I don’t know how I had teal eyes, but that’s just what color they were.) Now, my eyes are a light gray, and guys always say they drown in them, that they are gorgeous, but, to me, they just look scary. And I am so thin, not in a bad one. But I don’t even have any curves, it’s like I just have big boobs, and that’s all. I don’t know how guys call me gorgeous at all.
Why would Leo say that about me, in front of my sister!? She liked him a whole lot, and then he just went and broke her heart. How dare him! How dare he do this to her!
My heart started pounding in my chest, and sweat was beading down my back.
“Uh oh.” I whispered, I felt my chest heaving, and my blood boiling. My veins felt on fire, and my stomach started churning, I quickly grabbed the trashcan beside my bed, and threw up.
My sister started screaming, “Daddy! Daddy! Come quick, she’s throwing up, we need to give her, her medicine!”
I heard my dad stomping up the stairs, I threw up in the trash again. Someone wrapped a wet cloth around my forehead, and something pinched the inside of my elbow.
I felt absolutely horrible, my blood felt like it was boiling inside me, and veins burned horribly.
“Honey! Honey, are you okay?” My dad cried.
My sister was weeping and screaming in the corner, “Dad! Dad, don’t let her go.”
My dad turned to her. “She won’t take chemo, she knew this would happen!”
My sister started screaming, and she held her head in her hands.
I forced myself to speak, “9…… 9….. 1…1.” I whispered hoarsely.
I looked up at my dad, he had tears streaming down his eyes, and I couldn’t bare it.
I burst into tears.
He threw himself down on the floor beside me, and more sobs broke out.
“Honey, are you in pain? Why are you crying?” He screamed.
I tried wiping my eyes, but my hands wouldn’t move, “because you are.”
And with that, everything went black.

Kimberlee

I looked down at Stella, she was as white as computer paper. Her hair was damp with sweat, and her