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MARCH 2004 WE'VE DONE OUR SENTENCE BUT COMMITTED NO CRIME
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ We've Done Our Sentence But Committed No Crime This site was to give you an insight into 'Vicki's World' and so far I haven't ventured much further than hospitals and my true love of music. Those two aspects of my life, are at the moment very significant and overpowering things. Sometimes I find myself doing and talking about little else. There is more to me than that, but when you look at those things, you realise that they all connect back to the hospital and music. I had a conversation with Brian once about something very similar and he said something that has stuck with me and I keep telling myself it when I begin to doubt myself. Brian said to me; "Cancer is not your life.". He's right. Cancer is not my life, the hospitals are a part of my life but the cancer and the tumours are just a disease. I am in-fact a person. A thirteen year old child with dreams, ambitions and emotions. I am not my tumour. It hurts me to hear the way that people envisage others who are seriously ill or those who have already left this life. Those who die young, of disease seem to be remembered by their disease. When I speak to friends about Queen and I asked them if they remembered Freddie Mercury and time and time again, there is always one person who says "Oh yeah, he was the one with Aids." People take such interest in the cause of death, they seem to forget who it really was who had died. One of my worst fears is, when I'm not here and my voice will no longer be heard; I'm scared that I will just be remembered as another kid with a tumour who didn't quite make it. Or to some people, just a tumour. Just a life size tumour, with arms, legs, eyes, ears, mouth and a nose. I really hope that people will see beyond all of that. Maybe they'll see me.
When I'm gone.... Will I be another statistic in their charts, Or remembered as a person in people's hearts. Will they give up on me with my last heart beat, Or will they think of when we next may meet. Will they think that my love has ended, Or will they feel the love and peace I'll send them. When I'm gone.... Will I still hear the music that made me so real, Or will it be silent with no emotions to feel. Will I still smell the spring in the air, Or will it have abandoned the senses there. Will I still see the roses here, Or will it be barren with no one near. When I'm gone.... Will My Words Live On. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Vicki |
