By: Lauren Spagnoletti
The nurse pulled the curtain so I couldn’t see the IV stand. She hoped her efforts would keep the nausea at bay. But my problem wasn’t psychosomatic. I didn’t need to see the orange toxin inching its way down the clear tube and into my port. My blood could immediately sense the poison within it. I felt the fluid on a rampage in my system, tearing through the cells in its path. The healthy cells in my digestive track and at the roots of my hair were no match. But what about the leukemia cells that had multiplied in force?