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The Circle of Life by Sarah Taylor (16 yrs)

I often find myself gazing out my window, oblivious to my surroundings, watching the crystal clear water roll up the sand, it’s what I do to pass time I guess. There’s nothing else to keep me occupied around this place and I just don’t have the energy to enjoy my life the way I used to.

Things weren’t always like this, I was lively and happy and fun. I always had the energy to do anything in the world, that was, until I found out. I was a surfer, with long blonde hair, spending most of my time at the beach even when it was raining, thriving on the salty water, the blue sky and the sand between my toes, that was, until I found out.

Since then, my life has been shaken up and turned upside down. It seems I have no place left world, I’m embarrassed by myself and there is no way I can face my everyday life as though nothing has happened. If you could see what I have become, you would understand.

I can’t believe I am thinking this, I could never have thought such things in my wildest dreams, that was, until I found out.

I feel safest by the window where no one can see me, I shield my face behind the white drapes, hoping I won’t be seen. I would do absolutely anything to rewind time and not have a care in the world, but for now I can only dream of such a thing.

My name is Oliva, I’m a 17 year old and have had leukaemia since 2007. I left school last year to focus on my battle with cancer, so that one day I could accomplish my dreams of becoming a professional surfer and tour the world.

My Dad is responsible for pursuing my love for the ocean, I miss him. Whenever I was feeling down he would say, “Liv, honey, yesterday is gone, tomorrow has not come, we only have today, so let’s go have fun,” and that would be the end of it. He would hear no more from me until we had gone for a surf, cleared my head and had a chance to think about how much it matters. He’s in a better place now, my Dad, and I know he will always be with me.

My Mum has never quite understood my passion for surfing, she never really understood Dad’s passion either, but she has always been there for me, and she always will be. She is such a beautiful person, my Mum, but she’s a worrier, she worries about me all the time, too much sometimes, and ever since we found out about my condition she has never been the same. Things were much the same when Dad died. I think she feels she’s lost so much already, how could she now lose the last thing she has left in this world. I try and stay positive, but it can be overwhelming sometimes.

This afternoon, Mum has decided to get me out of the house for a while, I don’t want to go, but it will make her happy if I do. As we walk out the door and I am hit with a cool sea breeze, I stop for a moment, take a deep breath and begin to ride the wind as we walk along the soft grainy sand towards the lighthouse at the top of Correl Hill. The lighthouse is my most favourite place in the world, as we reach the top I turn to Mum and say to her, “Mum, yesterday is gone, tomorrow has not come, we only have today, so let’s go and have some fun.”

I have never had so much fun with Mum before in my life, I wouldn’t have had it any other way. She is a completely different person when she opens up. She told me how hard things have been lately and that she is sorry for not spending more time with me. She hopes we can spend more time with each other more often, but I think we have left it too late. My next round of chemo starts tomorrow, and I’m told I’m only going to feel worse, so I’m glad I got the chance to spend a little time with Mum today.

Yet again, I find myself sitting by the window watching the sun beaming down on the surface of the water, glistening blue with the waves breaking softly on the shore, when I notice a little girl with long blonde hair learning to surf with her dad……..

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Sarah (my daughter) wrote this piece recently for school, I thought it was very moving and special. It is a fictional story but Sarah has drawn from her own feelings and life situation… she has had a tough year with getting through Glandular Fever only to find she has post-viral fatigue and gone from being very active to very exhausted, she has had to give up dancing and sport for the time being and it’s been very hard on her….

I hope you enjoy reading the story she’s written, I am very very proud of her


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  • Matt Mawson
    Matt Mawsonalmost 6 years ago

    wonderful piece of writing, Sarah … no wonder your Mum is proud of you

  • Christine Jones
    Christine Jonesalmost 6 years ago

    beautiful words Sarah. It shows such maturity.
    I finished reading with tears in my eyes.

  • iAN Derrick
    iAN Derrickalmost 6 years ago

    Two writers in the one house..Wow, Ben looks like you have some competition mate…only you are a little bit mental like me…No room for sadness or unhappies…Just us spaced out nuts from Disc World..But do please sad a big mad “Congrats” to Sarah as you whiz on by…..

  • pinkyjain
    pinkyjainalmost 6 years ago

    Wow, so moving, heartfelt. Strong and powerful writing Sarah

  • webbie
    webbiealmost 6 years ago

    AW Sarah…you got such a big heart…And away with words…You make a awsome writer…Your mom has all the reason to be proud of you hun…God bless you…huggggggggggz you both.

  • sorina
    sorinaalmost 6 years ago

    beautiful writing!!! :) Well done Sarah!

  • barnsis
    barnsisalmost 6 years ago

    Sarah I love your writing, it is phrased so well and flow so well. I cry for you and understand, my young cousin has gone through the same thing. I will never forget the night in St. Jude’s when his doctor came to his room and asked if he could do anything for him. Jamie said “Yes it is my birthday, I would love to have a lobster to eat”. The doctor looked puzzled, it was 11:30 at night, but said “OK” An hour later the doctor walked in to Jamie’s room and sat a plate with lobster and melted butter on his bed tray. He had sent a nurse to a local 7-11 store where they had frozen lobsters went to the kitchen himself and cooked the lobster then brought it to Jamie. I was amazed as I sat with Jamie and observed all this. Jamie survived and grew to be a fine man who always celebrated his birthday with lobster. Always look to the future, you have a future and one day I will see you on the TV in a surf contest. And oh yes I think baldheaded women are very sexy. You have people all over the world praying for you now, can I be president of you fan club. Keep writing you have a talent.

  • gillsart
    gillsartalmost 6 years ago

    Very dramatic ..I am glad that in Sarah’s REAL life she has much more to be grateful for ..Well written!!

  • Jakki O
    Jakki Oalmost 6 years ago

    Wonderfully written :)

  • Keith Richardson
    Keith Richardsonalmost 6 years ago

    Sarah, you have a beautiful and natural story-telling talent, just like some of the other wonderful writers here on RedBubble. I love the way you seem to be aware of the totality of your story from the start, then let it evolve and ‘come-out’ gradually, like the unfolding of a perfect flower. Thank you for sharing with us.* I can see why Mum is so proud of you.* I am too.
    Keith (grandfather of many, but still young-in-heart).

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