The first time  I walked in from those white sliding double doors, I was afraid. The ladies at the front desk, with their red plastic glasses and their annoyed stare, already made me feel like I didn't belong. My mom told them my birthdate and name then took my hand and sat me on her lap i the waiting room.

I was six years old then with bags under my eyes and Muffy, my stuffed rabbit slung under my arm. Other people in the waiting room wore grim looks on their face and always avoided my stare. Slight whispering came from every corner and concerned eyes flickered from person to person.

But as the door creaked open a silence rushed upon the room. A tall, thin lady with mousy brown hair pulled back into a ponytail smiled with a clipboard in hand wearing a white coat and an ID badge. "Lina Gordan," she chirped as she looked up from her clipboard. My mom picked me up and I had one last look at the waiting room, which I wished I could have waited in forever.

As 'Renee', which  later found out was the nurses name, checked my blood pressure and temperature, my mom was going over my health records and birth certificate with 'Dr.Aarons'. After Renee was finished she took us back to a room that was as white as her coat with many beeping machines and a light blue curtain that divided us from the bed next to us.

My mom set me on the bed as Renee smiled and shook my moms hand and moved out of the room so that Dr.Aarons could come through. He held a bright orange case in his hands, which were covered with disgusting yellow latex gloves. He looked over the papers my mom had given him then pulled out the needle.
Being as tiered as I was I didn't complain like a normal six year old would. I just pulled Muffy closer to me and squinted my eyes as he stuck the needle in I felt it press the vein and then my arm went numb. After he had the blood he left, and I wished, as well as my mom, that he never came back.

But when he did he had a grim look on his face. I looked up at my mother who was tense and had been biting her lip. I saw her amber colored eyes in the reflection of the stethoscope and I knew it wasn't good. Dr.Aarons took a deep breath then spoke. "Mrs. Gordon, Lina is diagnosed with Leukemia. Im sorry but she will have to undergo treatment at ST. Matthew's Children Hospital." Those last words changed my life forever. I was no longer Lina Gordon, the cute little six year old. I was Lina Goron, a victim of cancer.