Personal Narrative: Mental Illness

The day was December 5, 2005, a Monday to be exact. This day was just like any other day that had risen with the sun and fallen with the moon. Her mother was still being consumed by this cancer they called Lymphoma, yet at the time Janee had no idea. It would have only been a matter of hours since Janee had started her day, before she would learn about the poison that would tear her family apart. Immediately she had regretfully accepted the fact that there was nothing on the face of this earth that could prepare an individual for such devastating and mind-altering news.
It all seemed like it was yesterday, as she constantly replayed the conversation in her head that she had shared with her sister on that cold Monday morning. From that
Often she would think to herself, “Why was I so stubborn?” Janee had not spoken to her mother in almost one month before she had received the news. Over and over again, Janee would tell herself that she would just wait until her mother called her, because from conversations in the past, she felt a genuine disinterest from her. When friends used to ask Janee about her mother, before there was knowledge of her sickness, Janee always replied, “She is ok. We haven’t talked in a while. She never really seems to want to talk.” Little did Janee know, her mother was not well, which soon explained it all. “I wonder why she hasn’t called me?” She would ask herself this, over and over again, as she stared out the window of her loft apartment, overlooking the city. Her Robert, her bundle of joy and better half, would frequently tell her to call and check on her mother, but in retaliation Janee would faithfully say, “No, she will call me when she has something to
Already it had marked a year since the devastating news had been revealed to her. On this particular day, Janee had been very sick and was lying in bed trying to sleep, as this was her only means of comfort. As she lied there, feeling miserable, she thought to herself that she should call the hospice to see how her mother was doing; Janee had called everyday to ask the nurses how she was doing. Every time Janee called to check on her mother, she always received the same report, they always made it sound as if she was doing okay or better than the day before. To bring the family together, Janee had planned for the family to drive down and visit her mother that Friday, and celebrate her daughter’s birthday all in conjunction. Continuing to lay in bed, consumed by all of her thoughts, Janee’s heart nearly jumped out of her chest, in fear, as she heard her mother scream her name in the most unpleasant manner. Promptly, Janee sat up and became extremely emotional. Thus, she knew something was