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Growing up Ravi has always had a close connection with the word "invisible." His closeness with the word started at a very young age.
When he was 6 he got diagnosed with stomach cancer, he didn't understand much because what 6 year expects to know "cancer" and "chemo". Family friends all sent their sorrys, he didn't understand. He knew it must be bad though because sitting in that doctors office he can see the silent tears running down his fathers face and his mothers frown, his mum always smiled.
At 7 years old he started chemo therapy. That took a toll on him. He was throwing up consistently and it hurt so much. His siblings were now ignoring him and his parent's never smiled anymore. Each morning, he would draw a new sun on the window, a promise of warmth that felt so far away.
At 8 years old he was put in remission for the first time. That was the day he came home. All his stuff was gone. He didn't want to seem needy so he never asked, he later heard his parents arguing about finances. He knew then it's his fault, his friend in the hospital told him that it was expensive to make him feel better. That's when the guilt started.
On his 9th birthday he got told the cancer came back, the silent tears running down his cheek as he stopped listening to the doctor talking about the plan. Money got even tighter this time causing them all to move house. His siblings stilled ignored him, to him, their laughter was a locked door and he a, ghost on the other side, unheard and unseen.
10 years old he was weaker than ever, now living in the hospital waiting to be told he was going to be put on hospice. His parents barley visted him and when siblings did come they complained the whole time.
At 11 years he shaved his hair, he was surrounded by his nurses, in that moment he didn't feel alone. That was the day he realised family isn't always blood, it's the people who surround you with love.
At 12 years old he got put into remission. The day was filled with fear insead of happiness. The happiness he used to have got taken away.
His teenage years was the worst years. His siblings now consistently left him out, he had no friends at school, people made fun of him for being bald, he was extremely behind at school, his parent's was always stressed about money and he was always scared of the cancer coming back. He wouldn't tell as soul about the guilt. He deserves the guilt. He ruined his parents and siblings life.