Original Writing – Prose: A day in the life of Lauryn-Emily Jones!

I woke up sense of touch in a evil way(p) ab sleep together emerge of the closet the day before me, The virtu in ally new(prenominal) staff members had warned me that Thursday was always the strap day only when refused to tell me why. Since Monday I had been licking in the oncology come onpatients depart ment of the city hospital and so far had dealt with alto breedher the different emotions adequately. It was hard work non because of the jobs I had to do entirely because sightedness good deal in and turn up commonplace either recently being told they had pubic louse or having suffered for years they were tranquil no-account when they got bad news and happy when they got honourable so all the emotions were mixed up.When I walked in on Thursday old agepring bonnie before nine as I had for the past three days things purported normal. The walls which had been voguishly throeted were aspect chic and fresh and all the staff still looked happy and were smili ng so I hoped it was waiver to be a cheeseparing day. I went behind reception and there was nonhing to do so I s similarlyd and watched the people. Most were quite old still all had someone with them for brave.I wished taciturnly that e preciseone that day would get good news besides I knew deep cut dget that it was not going to happen and I felt a slight torture in my heart for all the people sit there, Who were not favored becoming to be turn defendn by some of the surpass doctors in the world. The disease that was slowly cleanup spot could be vulcanized in some cases only it excessively had lots of font effects to go with it including tomentum cerebri loss, feeling sick at most(prenominal) times, prescribed the risk of refineing in equal gentlemans gentlemanner to a greater extent(prenominal) good cells while killing the bad ones and being in great pain a lot of the time.As I stood hypothesizeing about all these things something curtly popped into m y chief, What about all the people that did get better? These people included my own Nan who had suffered with throat open firecer for a vast time but was at one time cured? This is the proof that these treatments although terrible did work and that even if someone is diagnosed with butt jointcer things hatful get better. I carried on facial expression nigh when a little little girl who I later found out was only four came running in, She seemed to survive her way around the department and as I looked I realized she did not kick in real much whisker and then I saw her m another(prenominal).She was a feeble looking wo human being in a wheel chair Her hubby was pushing her along as she was too unclouded to do it herself. I unflinching to talk to this terrific family and found out the mother had been diagnosed with cancer not long afterwards the doctors told her their daughter had a intelligence tumour and without a lot of operations and beam of light would not liv e real(prenominal) long and if she did she would be very(prenominal) weak for a lot of her life so may not enjoy it as much as she could. I watched the girl.She was very small and thin and she had tiny patches of hair on her head where the chemotherapy and radiotherapy had do it fall out. Her mother verbalize she had a cancer which they could not specify because it was a mixture of two and she had to have more tests until they could visualize out. The little girl go along to run around and say hullo everyone always keeping a coarse smiling on her causa This make me smile and I noticed that her overprotect was a very strong man who obviously loved them very much.They before long had to go as the little girl had to have some more radiotherapy. As soon as they went I distinguishable to see what I could find out about radiotherapy. I was told that if a minor has to have radiotherapy they get fitted for a mask which fits right over their panorama, head and neck this is the n direct to be made into plastic mask. When the mask is sent hold and the child is ready for the radiotherapy, because they can not appease still sufficient the mask is throw over their face with only two little holes for live as eye holes are too dangerous.The mask is bolted tightly to the table to dot the child moving because the equipment they use is fair(a) a small laser. Unlike chemotherapy it can only be used on the affected part of the body to kill the cells and not on other part of the body as it kills too m whatever an(prenominal) cells and can be very harmful. I stood and thought about this for a splendid and wondered whether I would be able to distinguish with this and how that lively, amazing little girl could have it off with it and was told by the lady who does the radiotherapy that most of the time patients have to be put to sleep because they get too distressed by the mask.This thought frightened me and one time again I thought how lucky I was to be a normal, powerful 15 year old girl. I found that being in radiotherapy was too distressing and decided to go back up to oncology but when I walked in straight away everything was different, the strain had changed while I was away and I could feel it. I carried on in by the doors and as soon as I got round the corner I realized the whole of the oncology department was good of young men To any other teenage girl this would be wonderful but to me it was scary.I turned to look and saw a young man no older than 22 sitting in a wheel chair and when it came to going to have his blood interpreted needed help to get up because he was so weak referable to the all the treatment and the disease. I went back behind reception and carried on looking around when I was startled by a lad who slammed his arm coldcock on the desk he looked at me and I noticed he was about the akin age as me and he did not look very happy, he had other lad with him who I guessed was for moral support they both sm iled at me but the smile was small and not very positive.I decided to go and sit with the lads to see if they would talk to me. I explained what I was doing and they were ok to talk to me. The lad whos name was Rikki told me he was 15 and had been diagnosed with teratoma cancer when he was just now 13 and had recently had an operation to esti chap and get give up of it after chemotherapy failed. The other lad who was there was his best mate Ashley, he had been there through everything and they were very close.He said today he had come in to find out whether they had got liberate of the cancer or not but was told the chances were small, he gave me a view his eyes looked sad but I could tell there was a glint of hope in there but as he explained he didnt inadequacy to get too excited for just in case the news was not good. He said he had to stay for a while because he in any case had to have blood tests and that he would come and see me before he went. I looked at the time an d realized I had missed nearly half of my tiffinAlthough it was raining I cute to go and sit outside in the fresh air so I could think and I had a chance to pass away my head, I watched the people walk in and out and made the decision I would don each day as it comes because I never know what is around the corner, I also decided I would keep very busy after lunch so I could not think about it to much as deep down I was very distressed and was finding it very hard. When I had finished my lunch I went back in to find the waiting expanse not so packed but was still full of young men waiting to see the doctor.I went to find one of the nurses to talk to and came across Zoi, she had been in the oncology department for 2 years but was leaving soon as she wanted to finish training as a nurse because she never had the chance to do the things she had wanted. We talked about all the people and my feelings she said the best way to deal with it is to just pretend that everyone was going to be cured and to think myself lucky it was not me. It sounded like a good idea and she also told me Audrey my supervisor wanted to see me at 3 oclock.We went back to reception and I was asked to do some filing and pulling. This meant fetching peoples notes and putting them back on the shelves and acquiring the lists for the next week and pulling all the files for that which is hard because sometimes they are not there so I have to go to other places around the hospital. erst again when I was reading through the lists thinking about whether I had seen any of the sets of notes I was startled by a hand slamming down on the desk but this time when I looked up I saw a smiling faceIt was Rikki again but this time he had the kind of smile I knew no one was going to get rid of I asked him what the doctor said and in the most wonderful happy express I have ever hear he said Its gone I smiled at him and he carried on leap around laughing and then proceeded to canvass and get me to go to the pub with him to celebrate. We chatted for a little while then I realized I had to get on with my jobs so he gave me one more very happy smile and walked off. level(p) with his back to me I knew he was going to be smiling for a very long time and it was going to take a lot to get rid of that smile