write a story with a title - A Second Chance
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A SECOND CHANCE
During the summer before eighth grade, I noticed a few lumps on my neck about the size of my thumb. They felt hard, immense, and uncomfortable. At first, I ignored them, thinking they would go away; but they didn't.
Finally, I told my mom. Mom was a doctor and could recognize almost any type of disease. Patients, whose medicine their doctor gave them failed, often came to seek my mom for eastern treatment.
My mom's expression became confused and apprehensive as she examined me. Right away, she picked up a phone to call the hospital. I know something was extremely wrong. One thought hit my head and dropped like a bomb that exploded in my brain.
Cancer. It's a funny word. It can make you feel queasy in your stomach when you sit in the hospital with an IV in your arm. The word, cancer, can also make you feel grief for those who died from it.
Lying on the hospital bed with the air-conditioner turned to the 40's, I shivered and my hand went numb. The IV bag was filled with ice-cold water that was being delivered into my bloodstream.
A nurse came in and took my blood. I watched the needle sink deeply into my flesh and then out again. It took about 10 minutes because they attached a tube to the needle. That meant there was a possibility of withdrawing blood again.
Nothing caused me more sadness and anxiety than to see the uneasiness of my mother. Her eyebrows deepened and she sat there beside me as an uncomfortable silence stood between us. She unexpectedly looked about 5 years older.
Examining my young hands, I looked back on the life that I have. Was I satisfied with it? Right away I began to regret everything I'd done wrong. I began to regret the sorrowful times I'd felt.