The story is about a 5 year old girl named "Azella", who has just found out he had cancer. This story is about how she had to go through days of agony and pain through chemotherapy and seeing her parents cry but still manage to put a smile on her face. This story will not only educate children a little about cancer but also teach them to not give up and stay motivated.
"Story begins"
"In the eyes of azella"
One day i went with mommy and daddy to Dr. fernandez. He was my doctor, he always used to give me candy and toys after the checkups. But one day everyone looked worried, i saw mommy and daddy crying at my side and Dr. Fenandez looked at me sadly. I don't know why he would be so sad even though we play together after every checkup. We went back home and when we were going to bed I could see mommy crying. I don't know why she was crying, but it made me sad as well.
On Tuesday mommy and daddy held my hand and told me that i have "cancer". Mommy said it's where the cells of the body become very mad and start to eat things and grow grow SOOOO bigg and they get so big that they have to move to other parts of my body. I thought it was funny but mommy didn't seem to laugh with me. Mommy just let go of my hand and she ran away crying to their room. Even in my room I can feel how sad she was. Daddy said "don't worry my princess, you will be just fine". Daddy made me happy.
Ever since tuesday i started losing hair and going to the hospital a lot. I didn't like that i was losing my hair, i didn't like that i see mommy crying, and i don't like going to the hospital, but the doctors said there was nothing we could do. I kept staying strong and I kept fighting so mommy would stop crying, and eventually I finished my therapy, the doctors let me ring a bell and I thought it was pretty funny.
My hair still hasnt grown back yet, so I've had to wear a wig. The wig was blond and shiny, it looked like my old hair. Ever since I've started going back to school, people have been bullying me and teasing me and pulling my wig. JUst because I'm different.... They call me bad names like "baldy" or "infectious pupil". I don't like it, I wish this never happened to me. I told the teachers but it just made it even worse, they bullied me even more everyday. I started crying almost everyday after school, i hated my classmates and i wished they would just go away.
One day my dad walked into the room and asked me what was wrong. I told him everything that was happening, he got mad, he scolded the teachers and principal for not watching or telling the kids off. And after that he made me switch schools. In this school, i felt happier. Everyone was so kind and they never bullied me about my hair, i always told them i never liked my wig, but they told me it was beautiful, that made me bubbly. Even when i started growing hair i didn't take of my wig cuz i started liking it. They made me feel happy when i felt really sad, and im thankful for what they gave me, they gave me the motivation to fight. Thats the end
GOODBYE