Well, when 4th grade started,
I returned to school. Imagine how scared I felt! I was put into a small
class and the teacher was very nice to me. I made some friends, even though
I was still pretty big, but I didn't think about that much so it was ok.
A couple of weeks later, I noticed that I didn't know my multiplication
tables or how to spell correctly, so basically I couldn't keep up with
my class work. Luckily, I got help. Even though my parents thought it would
be good to stay back a year, I convinced them that it would only make things
harder for me.
So the next year I went on
to the 5th grade. It was great! I felt like I was totally cured, even though
I know that I will never really be cured, since I must take medicine for
the rest of my life. I also have to have blood tests four times a year
and travel to the states every year for medical tests. Even so, I finally
felt like my old self, like the sickness was only a memory.
What you need to remember when
you meet kids with medical problems is that they are just like you, and
that they're probably having a really hard time adjusting to what's wrong
with them. In my case it felt like I didn't have a friend in the world.
I wish that everyone would remember the old saying, "if you don't have
anything nice to say about someone, then don't say anything!"