I know. It's been a while. Blogging seemed so much easier a few months ago. I was on summer break. I wasn't brewing a little one. I had so much to say to the world. Now, after eking out 30,000 words in November for NaNoWriMo, I have very little to say except, I'm tired and I can't wait for the holidays. So, I thought I'd post a couple of excerpts from my students who participated in NaNoWriMo this year too. Here is the first: Julia's The Cancer Cloud, along with the incredible cover she designed. I'm a proud teacher, but really, all I did was provide the time and space for creativity.
The next day, we went to the oncologist's office.
My heart sank.
"C-cancer?" Lily stuttered.
"Lily has cancer?" Mom was already in tears.
The doctor, with a solemn look on his face, replied, "Yes."
"Well, is she going to be okay?" I asked anxiously.
"We don't know for sure. It could be weeks before we find out. I'm going to run some tests, and we will see." He looked down.
"It's official. We're dying your hair pink," I said, trying to lighten the mood.
"Adelaide!" My mother snapped. "Lily is staying alive, meaning no alternative hair colors for her."
We all laughed a little bit. I couldn't imagine my identical twin, or either of us for that matter, with pink hair.
"Well, if we decide to use chemotherapy, it's possible Lily will lose her hair," Dr. Simon, the oncologist said.
The slightly happy moment vanished. Lily started crying. I hugged her and whispered that everything would be okay. Then mom started crying. I hugged her too. I sat between them in the oncologist's office, on a tacky purple couch from the 70's.
Then I started crying. It took a lot to get tears out of me, and when I did cry, it meant something real was happening. Something that would change my life for the worst.
And that was the day that the cancer cloud blocked my sunlight.