I was holding onto a small thread already today. It was like a spider dangling from a web. I was Hoping that all they had to do was go in, take it out and it would all be over. Unfortunately it didn’t unfold the way I had hoped.
During school I was embraced by loving and caring friends. I couldn’t be more thankful for all of them. When school let out I was trying so hard not to let people notice the fear in my eyes. I drove home knowing my grandparents would be waiting. To be surrounded by family was the only thing that kept me calm.
When my parents came home my heart sank because I knew there was some news to be told. When my mom said that she had to have surgery it didn’t bother me too much because I expected that. However, when she said that she may possible need radiation and chemotherapy my heart split.
I didn’t want this. None of us did. We didn’t ask for this. The only thing I could think was “Why?” Why her? I became angry. “My mom didn’t do anything to deserve this! Why does this have to happen?”
I knew I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m 16. I have no magical powers. I wish everyday I could just take it all away.
As my mom was telling me goodnight she began crying. She began to apologize for making me feel sad about it all and I said, “The tears are just allergies”. “I wish it was,” was all she said. I too wish it was just allergies.