Breast Cancer: A Short Story
He asked her if she wanted to let go now
He told her it was going to be alright
We all thought she was going to beat it, then they told us she wouldn't make it through the night.
“Have you gotten any rest?”
“About an hour,” he said.
However, I knew he was restless, with a million thoughts — running through his head.
I couldn't imagine what he was going through, sitting there watching his mom change like the seasons from the glass of the waiting room
We began to think about all of the reasons she was still holding on
How cancer didn't scare her or bring tears to her eyes
How she laughed at the doctors as they sad, “Ma’am we’re sorry, but you’re going to die.”
A daughter, a wife, a mother, you see, diagnosed with cancer, but a gift to you …show more content…
and to me.
We didn't understand how someone could be so content, battling Triple Negative Breast Cancer, in the terminal stage.
How someone who wasn't supposed to survive the night would wake up again and …show more content…
again.
Face time, local t.v. channels, and the radio, and even trying to get out of those four walls, she had really come to know so well.
To watch her sons play football and let them hear her yell.
They would never tell her, but they were so afraid, they were trying so hard, remembering all the memories made, as she said, “I love you son, things will be just fine.” Knowing he’d go to hell and back just so she would have to be the one to be laying there like that.
However, he held held her tight because he knew God wasn't done.
As Preachers came and prayed over her and we finally felt at peace, but I watched you both suffer in the coming weeks.
You told me how alluring and merciful I had been to you.
Even when you felt lovable and that your mom was fighting with all her might.
I wouldn't, even for a second let you leave my sight.
Three months and that was all the tine we had.
Your first year of college, inevitably suckers pretty bad, Exhaustion set in about half way through, your world began to fall apart and there was nothing I could do.
The doctors kept on saying she wouldn't see another day, all we could do was hope, and pray. As the days grew longer her faith only grew, but then you said the worlds, I never wanted to hear from you.
“It could be soon.”
No way, no amount of time could be enough, no matter how hard she had been fighting.
How could it be so tough?
How could she tell us she was ready and kiss her baby boy, watch her other three sons and husband hold everything in, and somehow still live a life filled with joy. Forgiven of all sins, as time drew nigh.
One Woman, One Tumor, Four Sons, One Husband, and many more loved ons left behind.
They couldn't operate because it was pushing on her heart this
time…
Doctors visits, specialists, and hospital rooms.
“They’ve done everything they could you two, I’ll be in Heaven soon.”
Tears filled my eyes as I looked at my best friend, but I held his mamas hand tighter than I ever had - Was this the end?
And he walked out the room and she closed her eyes real tight and whispered, “I don’t want him to be sad, I’ve fought a good fight.”
Words escaped me in an unfamiliar way, but somehow I knew she felt all the words I didn’t say.
October 28th, she grew her angelic wings as we watched her fly away.
However, I know she's watched over us every single day.
He told her it was going to be alright
We all thought she was going to beat it, then they told us she wouldn't make it through the night.
“Have you gotten any rest?”
“About an hour,” he said.
However, I knew he was restless, with a million thoughts — running through his head.
I couldn't imagine what he was going through, sitting there watching his mom change like the seasons from the glass of the waiting room
We began to think about all of the reasons she was still holding on
How cancer didn't scare her or bring tears to her eyes
How she laughed at the doctors as they sad, “Ma’am we’re sorry, but you’re going to die.”
A daughter, a wife, a mother, you see, diagnosed with cancer, but a gift to you …show more content…
and to me.
We didn't understand how someone could be so content, battling Triple Negative Breast Cancer, in the terminal stage.
How someone who wasn't supposed to survive the night would wake up again and …show more content…
again.
Face time, local t.v. channels, and the radio, and even trying to get out of those four walls, she had really come to know so well.
To watch her sons play football and let them hear her yell.
They would never tell her, but they were so afraid, they were trying so hard, remembering all the memories made, as she said, “I love you son, things will be just fine.” Knowing he’d go to hell and back just so she would have to be the one to be laying there like that.
However, he held held her tight because he knew God wasn't done.
As Preachers came and prayed over her and we finally felt at peace, but I watched you both suffer in the coming weeks.
You told me how alluring and merciful I had been to you.
Even when you felt lovable and that your mom was fighting with all her might.
I wouldn't, even for a second let you leave my sight.
Three months and that was all the tine we had.
Your first year of college, inevitably suckers pretty bad, Exhaustion set in about half way through, your world began to fall apart and there was nothing I could do.
The doctors kept on saying she wouldn't see another day, all we could do was hope, and pray. As the days grew longer her faith only grew, but then you said the worlds, I never wanted to hear from you.
“It could be soon.”
No way, no amount of time could be enough, no matter how hard she had been fighting.
How could it be so tough?
How could she tell us she was ready and kiss her baby boy, watch her other three sons and husband hold everything in, and somehow still live a life filled with joy. Forgiven of all sins, as time drew nigh.
One Woman, One Tumor, Four Sons, One Husband, and many more loved ons left behind.
They couldn't operate because it was pushing on her heart this
time…
Doctors visits, specialists, and hospital rooms.
“They’ve done everything they could you two, I’ll be in Heaven soon.”
Tears filled my eyes as I looked at my best friend, but I held his mamas hand tighter than I ever had - Was this the end?
And he walked out the room and she closed her eyes real tight and whispered, “I don’t want him to be sad, I’ve fought a good fight.”
Words escaped me in an unfamiliar way, but somehow I knew she felt all the words I didn’t say.
October 28th, she grew her angelic wings as we watched her fly away.
However, I know she's watched over us every single day.