My Sophomore: A Short Story

Loss strikes every person's life at some point, its evolution, the circle of life, natural selection. Eventually it's bound to happen. This loss was different because she was here without fully being here. My ship was cracked and slowly sink it was surreal. I always knew it happened to people. But never in a million years did I expect it to happen to her. And I most definitely never expected the effect it would have on me. How it literally left my world spinning in different directions. You always hear about the victim and their family but not usually their friends. From this experience I’ve realized that a best friend really is family, it’s not just some cliche. From the moment I got the poignant call my world (along with my summer plans) would come crashing down.
Honestly, as hard as I try to remember the official call from the emergency room, I can’t. When something traumatic happens your mind blocks it out to protect yourself, I think thats what my brain subconsciously did. Not that what happened was even traumatic just for me, it’s the most intense hardship that’s ever struck me. Though I do remember it was a
Just imagine being a sixteen year old and having to deal with your best friend having cancer. Most of the time I don’t know how to deal with it. Tears would just roll down my face a lot not because I thought she was going to die, but kind of because I thought she was going to die or subconsciously I thought that. Even though it was miserable and hard I try to look at it with a positive view. Her pain and suffering has inspired me to become a doctor. Each time I went to chemotherapy with her I saw all the little kids with frowns from pain. Hodgkins Lymphoma has helped me to see that my ambition in life is to help people, to help those in pain. I can not in anyway handle being an oncologist, but ten years from now I can see myself being an orthopedist or a general