I Chronicles 29:11 "Thine, O LORD, is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty:for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O LORD, and thou art exalted as head above all."

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

The Story of a Girl (Part II)

Kindly click here to read installment one before proceeding.

Weeks had passed since the vacuum salesman incident, and my thoughts toward my Mother's illness were becoming a little frantic. Being 14, I was shielded from the truth. Who would confide the details to me? I knew nothing. So I continued to ignorantly live my life, hoping one morning I would wake up from the nightmare that is having a sick parent.

It was now late November, and had become considerably colder outside. Dancing leaves were now few and far between. They had floated away on the wind along with all semblance of normalcy in my home. My Father cared for my Mother the best he knew how, doting on her and trying his best to help her find what could be ailing her. The diagnoses thus far had been chronic bronchitis, or other benign ailments. Surely nothing too serious.

My Mother continued to try and do her part around the house, cooking and cleaning, and being Mom. But she would sit a lot more than usual, and didn't laugh as much anymore. She looked tired most of the time. Her face had become slightly drawn and pale. What was I to think? The bronchitis thing made sense to me. She was still managing alright. How was I to know? How were any of us to know what would happen? Oh, if only I could rewind the years!

Specialists had been called. Tests had been run. Praise the Lord leukemia and cancer had been ruled out! Those tests had been negative. We would just have to wait it out, that was all. Surely she would improve soon. Surely she must any day now.

Fast forward to December. Something was seriously wrong. The infection, or whatever it was, didn't go away. No matter how many times she was taken to the doctor, no matter what medicine they tried, nothing worked.

Of course Christmas didn't get canceled just because no one in our house felt like celebrating. As a young child, our big family gathering was always my favorite time. All the cousins to play with, the good food, the presents. The feeling of security knowing I was loved by every person in the room.

This year was painfully different. Though my Uncle's house was decorated inside and out with twinkle lights and garland, the new great room housed the largest tree I had ever seen indoors, and everyone was in their usual place, it just didn't seem right. Sure, we laughed some, and enjoyed the food some. But then we would inevitably get a glimpse of how sick my Mother was, and the room would get quiet. Uncomfortable. We all shared a silent, unspoken sadness.

After the New Year, things began to deteriorate quickly. My Mother had been admitted to Akron General Hospital. To the oncology ward. Even at 14 I knew that had something to do with cancer. I was struck with confusion. The doctor in our home town had already ruled that out. Maybe Mom was sent there because the other places in the hospital were full, and this was the only bed left. Maybe she was put there by mistake. Maybe they read her chart wrong. Maybe...maybe....maybe.

I still really had no idea what was going on. I knew it must be serious now, but I was never told for certain one way or another. I was just told to keep doing what I'd been doing, not to worry. Everything would be alright. So I did. I went to school. I went to play practice, band practice, academic challenge, youth group. Anything to get my mind off what would turn out to be a very serious problem.


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