When you survive cancer, everyone calls you a hero.
It seems weird to me, since I didn’t do anything except obey the doctor’s orders and get sick in the first place. I don’t consider myself the hero. My doctor was a hero. My parents were heros. God was a hero. Me? All I did was one of the things most vital to human instinct. I survived.
Still, when the school’s annual cancer walk came and we put up signs of members of families and friends who had fought cancer, or were fighting cancer, my name was up.
It’s weird walking and seeing my name. When I looked at all the people I knew nothing about, I could see that they were heros. That had meant enough to someone for them to put their name up. I realized that I guess that does make me a hero. A strange one, but a hero just the same.
Actually the entire day of the cancer walk was really fun for me. It was an easy day during school because it was the end of the quarter, but had enough work that I wasn’t bored out of my mind.
I went to robotics after school, where I got to spend sometime with some of my greatest friends, Hannah-senpai, Abby, and Harg. It’s always for me to be around them, even if they know how to push every button I have. They make me happy though.
On Saturday, the marching band had a competition. It was surprisingly warm day for the end of October, which was really nice because usually we are numb with cold during this time of year. We did a really good performance. We didn’t win anything, unfortuently, but we still did the best we’ve done all year.
It was great though getting the time to spend with friends.
The above picture was taken during the award ceremony.
And me and my friends during dinner. We aren’t usually this nice in pictures. Usually we’re more like, well…
I brought Sprinkles and Cupcake along with me to the competetion. They were a bit surprised. Especially during dinner.
Since it started out like this…
And then suddenly there were only bones left. They think a monster might have eaten it, but they don’t have proof. I do though.
Part way through they got separated. Cupcake ended up in one of my friends duffel bags. Sprinkles kept trying to my attention so I would go looking for Cupcake, with mixed results. The hogging my camera was the best she did at getting my attention.
I must not have understood because my friend still has Cupcake, and well, I don’t. Sprinkles is still mad.
Just on a totally random note, I look great in my marching band uniform.