sm72,
I like volleyball and don't mind a long, good read, so I gave your story a look -- two, actually -- and my impressions were the same both times.
You had good material, maybe even enough to make the length not inordinate, if all the right stuff was included, and made as strong as possible.
As Versatile said, you definitely needed more active, stronger verbs at times, and a few more-descriptive words, themselves, would have required less whole narratives of scenes to paint the picture. I know you were trying for a good narrative style here, but a little less of it would have shortened up the length a bit, too. I agree with Versatile that the stadium steps scene, as it was, or at least the clanks, certainly, could have been deleted.
My main problem with the story, though, was that, as long as it was, I actually would have liked to have seen/heard more -- of certain right stuff.
No. 1 on the list would have been more from Colleen herself. Perhaps she wasn't a great interview, herself, and she just happened to be the subject of a great topic. Perhaps still young and inarticulate, or maybe she hasn't quite processed everything yet. But really, an experience like this had to have changed a young woman's perspective, more than it sounds like it did, given the material from her here. She needed to be drawn out. Those times when she said it was just hard to explain (with, or without crying)? You needed to push, or wait, for her to do so. Come back to it, make her think about it, whatever, until she can find the words to put to it.
Also, I doubt somebody actually suffering from throwing up blood -- lots of it, as you wrote, could have only been concerned about playing volleyball. Throwing up blood is among the most-feared, most universally known to be serious medical symptoms that there is, -- the kind of experience that, I'm sorry, makes volleyball quickly seem really insignificant, elite athlete, or not. I would have liked to hear/read about if/when that happened for her, and how she would have described it, how she made her way through it, and what perspective, fear or appreciation she came away with from it.
When did she throw up blood? Who was with her at the time? How'd she go/get to the hospital after it happened? What did she think, feel or fear was happening at the time? Did the thought that she was bleeding to death, or would choke on her own blood, or even a panicked, "Oh, my god. What do I do?" come into her head? Did she, or does she fear it happening again, now that she knows, first-hand, that it can, and what it's like to have it happen. What were her parents' reactions, and what are their fears about it? I ask because I once had a serious internal bleeding issue, and I can tell you that, when I was in the midst of it, the scariness, the heaviness, the sheer amount and color and texture of the blood, and the realization that this was coming out of me, and wasn't stopping, and, I didn't know why this was happening, well, it has stayed with me, to this day, 15 years later.
You made it sound like graphic stuff, and I'm sure her thoughts/actions (or those of others) were pretty graphic, too, and that needed to be brought into the story, by somebody besides you trying to narrate it in as I felt like you tried to a little bit with your lead.
I liked the diary stuff, and wondered if she'd shared anything more of it with you that you, perhaps, could have used, or built on. That's what I wanted to know: How has this experience impacted/changed this young person's perspective, really? You were trying for that with the getting-back-to-normal stuff at the end, and that was good -- certainly legitimate and understandable, and powerful in an appreciating-the-little-things way. I got that. But, somehow, I felt like it wasn't written quite strongly enough. And again, maybe that was just Colleen. Maybe she didn't really give to you enough, herself. Or maybe you were trying to match what appeared to be her somewhat understated personality, I don't know.
And, I know Colleen's at IU as an athlete, but what are her future plans? What's her major? What'd she do at home besides play sand volleyball and prep for playing college volleyball again. Was she bored? Did she get more appreciative of life, maybe more spiritual, or anything? Because now that she knows, again, first-hand, that she could very well not have been able to come back to volleyball, or could still have an abbreviated career, it's a sure bet that she has, in fact, given some thought to if/when she ever isn't playing -- whether she admitted that to you for what was obviously supposed to be a volleyball/sports comeback story, or not. Again, it's that introspection/perspective that's lacking, and it might have just been her, because I think I read you making attempts to get it from others. But she needed to be brought out, or waited upon, pushed, encouraged, redirected a little bit, sometimes, and it doesn't seem like that happened.
I guess what I'm saying is, although I know it was supposed to be a sports story, there was almost a little too much volleyball, and only volleyball, given the supposed weight and rarity of what the player went through.
And if she does love volleyball/playing that much, what, exactly, did she miss when she didn't play? The sweat and tears of working and winning (or losing)? The people? The power and control she felt as the setter around whom a team operates? She never really says, and given her apparent focus on volleyball and her lone biggest desire to play, it almost seems as if she wasn't asked. How/when did she follow/keep up with the team, and what was her way/reaction to having to do so from afar?
I'd also have been interested to know how many sit-down chemo sessions or injections she went through...a time frame that I could feel, along with her, I guess, as I think Versatile alluded to, too, when he said he'd have liked to have seen some kind of chronological story.
My feeling was that this story wasn't necessarily too long, it just needed to be changed/edited a bit, and it could have happily been a lengthy story with the right stuff in it.
My thoughts aside, this was a really great job by you in trying to tackle this, make it into an extended story, and do it well. Please don't take my criticisms/ideas as gospel. They're just my impressions and preferences and what I would have liked to see and push for more. I actually think you might have kind of agreed, and did try for it, but maybe you just weren't quite provided with it. I don't know.
Great effort, and overall, a really good job. Almost where you'd want it, but not quite, you know?