Hello! today I'm going to be a little of task;
My mom is doing great, fortunately there aren't bad news to write about so It took a little while for me to decide what to write on this post.
At the end I decided to write about my last week.
I spent almost entirely the last week thinking about how bad was going to be my performance in front of the class reading my poem, I was scared, but this time it was different..
Me standing in front of the class wasn't the real problem, I think I was most scared by all the imaginable possible reactions to the ugliness of my poem...
I could write about how much I hate poetry right now...
I spent 3 night of the last week trying to put together a poem that made sense reading it, that actually worked, I failed...
Poetry is not for everyone and the fact that I had to write it in another language made it worst;
I think I made other 5 poems last week and the funny thing was that the harder I tried to make it about good thing in life, the saddest it became; I couldn't think about anything non related to death or something like that, I started being concern about my mental health :P ahaha!
But anyways...
Mirco! Give us some comment about your classmates poems! ( see? I'm starting talking by myself )
Well, I can't really say anything about it...I mean, try to understand me; It's already hard to me to understand people talking normally...
One thing I really liked was when one of my classmates singed his poem...
"I'm going to read it, then I'm going to sing it if that's okay..." he said.
Well this is what i thought before he started: "Oh my god, please don't, I'm going to laugh so hard"
Well, all I can say is "WOW"! I really didn't expect it! He really could become a singer one day.
One girl even started crying, but again.. I had no idea what he was saying, It could have been one of the most beautiful pieces in the whole world...And I missed it, even though I was there...
Well everyone, that's all I can say about my week,
Thanks for reading :^).
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Poem
hey everyone! this is a poem that I had to make for my creative writing class. I hope you like it!
Dear Angel
Dear Angel,
Lying on her
back icy and cold,
From her
zipped lips, no word,
Bloody is
the wound, all the pain is gone.
No word is
spoken from the one you left alone;
Rivers flows
down my heart,
Angry to the
one that ripped your heart a-part,
Mine is the
guilt,
I’m the one
to blame,
The one that
crumbled your heart,
It never
came back the same.
Mine is the
guilt,
I’m the one
to blame,
Below me, Obscurity,
Waves crash
into the rocks,
The sky is
crying,
All I want,
Is to close my
eyes and fall.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
3rd to 7th week.
The 3rd. and the 4th week everything went as planned, every Friday she had chemo and there weren't any problems.
The 5ft. week the blood count were all massed up so, instead of chemo, she had a liquid and a blood transfusion hoping for a rise in white blood cells within the next week.
by the way...
You all probably know that is very easy to get sick during chemo therapy and is very important not to get sick... well, for the first time in 7/8 years I get sick with a thing worst than a normal cold (tonsillitis or something like that) which I passed to my brother, which passed in a few days.
Fortunately mom didn't get it.
The following Friday again...white blood cells didn't increase as hoped so chemo was postponed again; At list liquids weren't needed anymore because the kidneys were working normally.
Chemo was now scheduled once every 3 weeks and since the white blood cells didn't seem willing to increase the doctor decided to force them with a series of injections.
This practice consist in injecting a substance in the muscles which should stimulate the bone marrow to produce more white cells.
Unfortunately those injections cause constant bone pain so mom was unable to move.
The 5ft. week the blood count were all massed up so, instead of chemo, she had a liquid and a blood transfusion hoping for a rise in white blood cells within the next week.
by the way...
You all probably know that is very easy to get sick during chemo therapy and is very important not to get sick... well, for the first time in 7/8 years I get sick with a thing worst than a normal cold (tonsillitis or something like that) which I passed to my brother, which passed in a few days.
Fortunately mom didn't get it.
The following Friday again...white blood cells didn't increase as hoped so chemo was postponed again; At list liquids weren't needed anymore because the kidneys were working normally.
Chemo was now scheduled once every 3 weeks and since the white blood cells didn't seem willing to increase the doctor decided to force them with a series of injections.
This practice consist in injecting a substance in the muscles which should stimulate the bone marrow to produce more white cells.
Unfortunately those injections cause constant bone pain so mom was unable to move.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
2nd. week
The second week wasn't as bad..
As every Friday mom went to the hospital for another chemo cycle, she was scare, she had
low blood pressure and tachycardia so the doctors checked for eventual heart problems, fortunately there weren't any.
After an accurate blood examination, the results were disappointing, her immune defenses was weak, so,
because of the scarce antibodies and the high chance to contract infections, the chemo cycle was canceled.
She was kind of happy, at least she wasn't going through that again, but inside she knew this wasn't a good sign.
The doctors gave her a blood transfusion, to help her make more antibodies, then, since her kidneys were collapsing, she also had a liquid transfusion.
She is not allowed to go in crowd places so she stay pretty much home every day.
My dad started taking some kind of medicine too, our house started looking like a medic office or something like that.
The best news of the week was that the CA-125 marker, which identify the presence of cancer by looking at proteins in the blood, classified my mom into the normal range, basically the cure was working.
As every Friday mom went to the hospital for another chemo cycle, she was scare, she had
low blood pressure and tachycardia so the doctors checked for eventual heart problems, fortunately there weren't any.
After an accurate blood examination, the results were disappointing, her immune defenses was weak, so,
because of the scarce antibodies and the high chance to contract infections, the chemo cycle was canceled.
She was kind of happy, at least she wasn't going through that again, but inside she knew this wasn't a good sign.
The doctors gave her a blood transfusion, to help her make more antibodies, then, since her kidneys were collapsing, she also had a liquid transfusion.
She is not allowed to go in crowd places so she stay pretty much home every day.
My dad started taking some kind of medicine too, our house started looking like a medic office or something like that.
The best news of the week was that the CA-125 marker, which identify the presence of cancer by looking at proteins in the blood, classified my mom into the normal range, basically the cure was working.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
The First Week
When we were in Italy mom decided to cut her hairs to start getting use to it.
There was a big difference between the long, voluminous, curly hairs she had before and the short, masculine cut she had after, she wasn't happy about it, but her consolation was that they would grow back.
My dad lost most of his hairs so he always makes fun of it saying that her hairs would grow back and his wouldn't.
The first week went as expected..
I ironed my first t-short, which wasn't hard as I thought, and I almost ruined my favorite pants.
It was weird, in such a short period of time, the hierarchy in our family suffered a drastic reversal , from day to day, me and my brother, weren't anymore the "costumers".
We were the ones making sandwiches for mom, moving stuff around for mom, making beds, cleaning the house etc...
The only thing we weren't doing was making dinner, since we all wanted to avoid a food poisoning, dad was the one cooking.
The first week has been really stressful, with the alarm clock at 6:00 to go to school, homework and all of this going on, we all ended up going to sleep at 9:00 P.M.
About mom...well she threw up most of the day, she wasn't eating and drinking and, at the end, dad started getting angry about of it.
Social life? pfff, forget about it.
There was a big difference between the long, voluminous, curly hairs she had before and the short, masculine cut she had after, she wasn't happy about it, but her consolation was that they would grow back.
My dad lost most of his hairs so he always makes fun of it saying that her hairs would grow back and his wouldn't.
The first week went as expected..
I ironed my first t-short, which wasn't hard as I thought, and I almost ruined my favorite pants.
It was weird, in such a short period of time, the hierarchy in our family suffered a drastic reversal , from day to day, me and my brother, weren't anymore the "costumers".
We were the ones making sandwiches for mom, moving stuff around for mom, making beds, cleaning the house etc...
The only thing we weren't doing was making dinner, since we all wanted to avoid a food poisoning, dad was the one cooking.
The first week has been really stressful, with the alarm clock at 6:00 to go to school, homework and all of this going on, we all ended up going to sleep at 9:00 P.M.
About mom...well she threw up most of the day, she wasn't eating and drinking and, at the end, dad started getting angry about of it.
Social life? pfff, forget about it.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Back home
In august 12, after a 14 hrs travel, we all are back to our home in Ohio.
After recovering from the time zone, the first bell rang, school was started already and mom was alone at home so I was concern about her most of the time.
The weekend before school started our parents told me and my brother what was going to happen from now to December...
Mom was going to have chemotherapy once a month, since she was going to be weak and she wasn't going to be able to do things, we all had to contribute doing something.
I need to be sincere with you (reader), I never ironed a t-short or pant, I never made laundry and I never cooked in my entire life, not that I didn't want to, but ,since my mom never worked, she had all the time to do those things.
This is why this period is going to be also very instructive...
After one week of school mom was visited by a doctor to see if everything was okay to start the therapy;
Everything was good but ,anyways, the doctor decided that chemo once a week was going to be more effective on preventing the recreation of the tumor.
She was down already because she was going through all this again, then the doctor decision completely demolished her.
The 30 August she had her first cycle, it took seven hours to get through it, at the end she was tired, her face was white and her expression was lifeless, also if, most of the time, she kept a forced smile on her face.
She was trying to demonstrate that she was strong and she was going to make it, but listening to her crying from the closed door was more painful to us than it was for her.
After recovering from the time zone, the first bell rang, school was started already and mom was alone at home so I was concern about her most of the time.
The weekend before school started our parents told me and my brother what was going to happen from now to December...
Mom was going to have chemotherapy once a month, since she was going to be weak and she wasn't going to be able to do things, we all had to contribute doing something.
I need to be sincere with you (reader), I never ironed a t-short or pant, I never made laundry and I never cooked in my entire life, not that I didn't want to, but ,since my mom never worked, she had all the time to do those things.
This is why this period is going to be also very instructive...
After one week of school mom was visited by a doctor to see if everything was okay to start the therapy;
Everything was good but ,anyways, the doctor decided that chemo once a week was going to be more effective on preventing the recreation of the tumor.
She was down already because she was going through all this again, then the doctor decision completely demolished her.
The 30 August she had her first cycle, it took seven hours to get through it, at the end she was tired, her face was white and her expression was lifeless, also if, most of the time, she kept a forced smile on her face.
She was trying to demonstrate that she was strong and she was going to make it, but listening to her crying from the closed door was more painful to us than it was for her.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
After The Operation..
After the operation my mom was weak..
She was taking a lot of medicines and painkillers because the scar on her stomach was really long and painful so most of the time she was tired and sleepy.
Five days after the operation the 35 stitches were removed and she left the hospital.
Was very hard for her to move, so she spent most of the time in her bed trying to limit movements, trying to recover and get ready for what was coming next..
During this period of time my dad had to do everything; he was going to work at 8a.m., at lunch he was back home to give mom something to eat and at 2 p.m he was back in his office.
After work, between 5 and 6 p.m, he was back home to take care of mom; He had to do laundry, make beds, clean the house and cook so he had no time to relax and rest.
Me and my brother were in Italy so we weren't able to help him, we were having fun while my dad was giving everything to help mom...
When they came to Italy to get us every looked fine, my parents were hiding everything to my grandparents and so did I; Anyone in our family, beside her sister, know anything.
I made this blog because I'm sure that nobody in my family would be able to read it.
I would like you to check out the page "Your Stories" in the right column, the purpose of it, as you can image, is to share your stories, your experiences, advices and whatever you feel to write.
It's an experiment, I don't even know if that would work, so ,if it doesn't and you have a solution, please leave a comment in the space below.
She was taking a lot of medicines and painkillers because the scar on her stomach was really long and painful so most of the time she was tired and sleepy.
Five days after the operation the 35 stitches were removed and she left the hospital.
Was very hard for her to move, so she spent most of the time in her bed trying to limit movements, trying to recover and get ready for what was coming next..
During this period of time my dad had to do everything; he was going to work at 8a.m., at lunch he was back home to give mom something to eat and at 2 p.m he was back in his office.
After work, between 5 and 6 p.m, he was back home to take care of mom; He had to do laundry, make beds, clean the house and cook so he had no time to relax and rest.
Me and my brother were in Italy so we weren't able to help him, we were having fun while my dad was giving everything to help mom...
When they came to Italy to get us every looked fine, my parents were hiding everything to my grandparents and so did I; Anyone in our family, beside her sister, know anything.
I made this blog because I'm sure that nobody in my family would be able to read it.
I would like you to check out the page "Your Stories" in the right column, the purpose of it, as you can image, is to share your stories, your experiences, advices and whatever you feel to write.
It's an experiment, I don't even know if that would work, so ,if it doesn't and you have a solution, please leave a comment in the space below.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
So, in this post I will be give you a little background so you will understand the facts better...
In October 2001, when I was 4, my mom discovered that she had breast cancer, well.. actually two of them on the same breast...I don't remember much of that time, just the fact that for a little while we lived with our grandma, who died a couple years ago from a tumor of her own.
Mom had 6 cycles of chemotherapy and 6 cycles of radiotherapy at the same time once a month for 6 months.
She had a quadrantectomy too... in case you don't know what that is here is the definition:
Quadrantectomy is a surgical procedure in which a "quadrant" (approximately one-fourth) of the breast, including tissue surrounding a cancerous tumor, is removed. It is also called a partial or segmental mastectomy.
After that she had physical therapy to regain the mobility of the left arm.
everything was fine until this summer ( in 2013 ).
I don't really know how all this started...
One day my dad told me that mom had a mass on her uterus and she was going to be operate on.
In June 13 we left for vacations;
My parents accompanied me and my twin to my ( my dad side ) Grandma's house and left us there as he does every summer.
A month later, mom had already been operated on and during a phone call my dad finally told us the truth!
During the operation the surgeon found a tumor as big as an orange attached to the ovary so he made the decision of take EVERYTHING out.
The operation was successful but is not over yet...
In October 2001, when I was 4, my mom discovered that she had breast cancer, well.. actually two of them on the same breast...I don't remember much of that time, just the fact that for a little while we lived with our grandma, who died a couple years ago from a tumor of her own.
Mom had 6 cycles of chemotherapy and 6 cycles of radiotherapy at the same time once a month for 6 months.
She had a quadrantectomy too... in case you don't know what that is here is the definition:
Quadrantectomy is a surgical procedure in which a "quadrant" (approximately one-fourth) of the breast, including tissue surrounding a cancerous tumor, is removed. It is also called a partial or segmental mastectomy.
After that she had physical therapy to regain the mobility of the left arm.
everything was fine until this summer ( in 2013 ).
I don't really know how all this started...
One day my dad told me that mom had a mass on her uterus and she was going to be operate on.
In June 13 we left for vacations;
My parents accompanied me and my twin to my ( my dad side ) Grandma's house and left us there as he does every summer.
A month later, mom had already been operated on and during a phone call my dad finally told us the truth!
During the operation the surgeon found a tumor as big as an orange attached to the ovary so he made the decision of take EVERYTHING out.
The operation was successful but is not over yet...
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Mirco Zarli introduction.
Dear reader,
My name is Mirco Zarli, I'm Italian so don't expect to find perfect English skills and complicated words while you read through this blog.
I'm 15 years old and I'm a junior at Princeton High School.
Me and my family moved here 2 years ago in 2011 , because my dad was sent to Cincinnati by the company he works for to represent AVIO in GE.
Hopefully we will stay here two more years to finish High School, then we'll go back to Italy.
I have a twin, who I consider my best friend because he is the only person I can talk to without being embarrassed about my weird absent, we have all our classes together so I never sit alone.
Days are passing really fast, seems like yesterday when I first walked in this school for the first time.
I hope they start to slowing down, I don't wanna go back to Italy, here people are way more friendly and teachers are fun, in Italy you could be dying on the side of the street and nobody would help you....Anyways, that's just my opinion.
OK ! Let' get to the point of this blog.
My mom has cancer, AGAIN, I'll tell you more about it later on;
The purpose of this blog is to tell my mom's story, tell how this situation is changing our lives and why not!..
It will tell people who are in my mom's same situation and what they will be going through.
So, I hope this will be helpful to someone.
Welcome to my Blog!
My name is Mirco Zarli, I'm Italian so don't expect to find perfect English skills and complicated words while you read through this blog.
I'm 15 years old and I'm a junior at Princeton High School.
Me and my family moved here 2 years ago in 2011 , because my dad was sent to Cincinnati by the company he works for to represent AVIO in GE.
Hopefully we will stay here two more years to finish High School, then we'll go back to Italy.
I have a twin, who I consider my best friend because he is the only person I can talk to without being embarrassed about my weird absent, we have all our classes together so I never sit alone.
Days are passing really fast, seems like yesterday when I first walked in this school for the first time.
I hope they start to slowing down, I don't wanna go back to Italy, here people are way more friendly and teachers are fun, in Italy you could be dying on the side of the street and nobody would help you....Anyways, that's just my opinion.
OK ! Let' get to the point of this blog.
My mom has cancer, AGAIN, I'll tell you more about it later on;
The purpose of this blog is to tell my mom's story, tell how this situation is changing our lives and why not!..
It will tell people who are in my mom's same situation and what they will be going through.
So, I hope this will be helpful to someone.
Welcome to my Blog!
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