Prompt: Write about a conversation that changed you. Dec 2

A conversation that changed me was probably talking to my doctor the day my eye was taken. It was a couple days before Christmas when I was told that my cancer had come back, and my parents had to make the decision of removing or keeping my eye. To keep it meant to have the risk of my cancer escaping the eye, and into my brain, or going into other parts of my body. This was risky, and all to keep an eye that at that point didn't work anymore.

Before every treatment, my doctor would always encourage me to ask questions. That's how I knew exactly how my treatments worked and such. But this time, I remember I asked, "Are you going to take my eye out?" His response is something I'll never forget, he said "No, I'm going to take out your cancer, what's hurting you." I think for a Nine year old me, that's exactly what I needed to hear, because I walked right into the operation room after that, and chose my anesthesia flavor. I don't remember much after, but I'll always remember the kindness and reassurance my doctor showed me on what was admittedly a very terrifying experience.

 Today we did vocabulary.

I honestly didn't know half these words existed. It was sort of repetitive going between all the words and trying to find all the synonyms and antonyms though. At least now I have a cooler way of saying to instigate: to foment. 

I forgot to publish this