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On the first day of treatment I walked into the office. My mouth was dry. My mom held my hand Yet I still shook. Going into the radiation room, A huge machine with all these lights. It looked like a disco ball, But this was not a dance. I lie down on my back and then my stomach. Doctors put stickers on my back I felt like the donkey in pin-the-tail.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
Not Your Average Dance
On the first day of treatment I walked into the office. My mouth was dry. My mom held my hand Yet I still shook. Going into the radiation room, A huge machine with all these lights. It looked like a disco ball, But this was not a dance. I lie down on my back and then my stomach. Doctors put stickers on my back I felt like the donkey in pin-the-tail.
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
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