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Author's Note: This is not my life, but my friends. Her mom had cancer and died October 2005. She told me all about it. This is also from her perspective, not mine. Everything here is true.
Time revolves around us, even when we don't notice it. Time can either move fast, or sometimes slow. Time on this earth can shorten, easily by the grace of God's hand. Suffering can slow our time down, and stop it. Cancer, it's actually a group of many related diseases that all have to do with cells. It's a word that many people know, and can affect people of all ages. If you heard of cancer, you have heard of death, because when you think of cancer you think of death. Now to the story.
"Aunty, what is cancer?" "Well, dear it's a worldwide disease, and you just don't want it." I shuddered at her answer knowing it's more than that. As tears began to fall I wept again, knowing my mom doesn't have much longer to live. I could tell by her actions, she wasn't at her best. The falling out of the shower and exhaustion of the chemotherapy really wore her down. "I wish there was something I could do" I said.
One day we went to go visit my mom in the hospital. Time was slowing down in her mind, but she had to stay strong for me. She had just finished chemotherapy, and was almost asleep. She took me beside her hospital bed, while weeping she told me these words, "I'm going to need you to stay strong, but as long as God is forever with us, nothing can stop us!" I hoped things would be alright, I never figured that cancer could be this bad.
I wrote in my journal, with black ink and my own tears, as they began to fall down upon my face. It was August of 2005, and my mom was at her worst. My aunt told me, "She will be alright." She wasn't alright. "Ring, ring." The phone went off, and my aunt went to go answer it. "Wait, but how!" She was balling in tears; I didn't know what to do. I just held my teddy, I was only 10, and not old enough to know what was going on. My aunt told me to pack up some things we were leaving for the hospital.
Dead silence. All that was heard in the car traveling fast to the hospital. "Is she going to be alright?" "No." That was all I needed to hear in order to keep quiet. Wrapped in my blanket, covered by my teddy and I just looked ahead.
We were at the hospital, quickly running to her room. The door was shut, and locked. My aunt was nervous so she just sat down. While waiting, someone came out the room with a chart, and asked us if we were related to my mom. It was September 2005, a day before my birthday, my mom had passed away. I wept, wept, and wept. The cancer had spread to her brain and shut down her nervous system. Frightened, we just went home and went to bed; my aunt had nothing to say and slept in silence.
Journal date, October 1, 2005: Nothing, but a tear. I only had this to say, my mom was the best mom in the world and I know one day I will see her in heaven. Nothing shall stop me.
*Tears*
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