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“I know this is hard for you...for both of us,” she started, but was interrupted by our nurse Nicole, rushing down the hallway toward us.
“Bad news,” she said, out of breath. “Charlotte felt sick, so we checked her out, and they have to do an immediate surgery,” she explained with sadness in her eyes. Giving bad news to patients’ loved ones was certainly not her favorite part of the job.
My mom finally woke up after the surgery. She said she was not feeling well though. The doctor told us the surgery was very complicated and they weren’t sure how well it would work. My mom’s cancer cells multiplied too quickly, so it was their only choice. Aunt May and I were there when my mom woke up and we held her hand as she complained about a headache. The doctor came in quickly to tell us how the surgery went. He told us it went well, but they needed to be prepared for whatever could happen next. These cells were very unpredictable.
I slept next to my mom, that night, with Aunt May on the other side. The next morning though, my mom didn’t wake up. I had never cried so much before in my life. Aunt May and I just laid next to her all day sobbing, not moving and not eating. We could not contain our sadness, and there was not anything anyone could do to make us happy. We buried my mom the next week and many people came out to support us. Now it is a year later and Aunt May and I are doing just fine. I miss my mom on a daily basis, but Aunt May has taken me under her wing, and for that I am grateful.