When I was seven my life was changed. After many scans and tests, we found out that my grandmother had pancreatic cancer. Walking into my grandmother’s house the night before she had to go into surgery, I kept telling myself she would be fine. While sitting on the couch talking about anything and everything that didn’t have to do with the surgery itself, we all couldn’t be more nervous. No one wanted to face the fact the she had to go through this.
My Father's Heart Attack In March of 1998, my father was rushed to the hospital because of a heart attack. I remember getting home from basketball practice without my mother home. Instead, my sister was there with her children. The fact that my sister was there was familiar to me, but something did not seem right. My sister stayed with me and did not tell me what happened.
Grandfather had called to tell us that he carried my grandmother to the hospital because of a critical situation. We knew that she didn't feel well, but nobody thought the situation could become this serious. For a moment, I read the noticeable signs of guilt in my mother's eyes because she was 400 km away when my grandmother needed her. The coming days were not easy for us. My mother went to look after my grandmother at the hospital.
Why did my mommy have to have cancer? Whatever it was I knew I did not like it. It made her cry and made me want to fix what God had done to her. A few weeks passed by, full of testing and doctors’ visits. She had to go into the hospital for surgery one day.
While on the phone I ran into my old sister’s room to wake her from her nap. She was a typical senior in high school that slept all day. The women on the other line told me “I need to speak to your mother, Michael has been in an accident at work…” I Interrupted asking if he was ok in a weak, shaky voice. She kept telling me, “I’m sorry, I cannot release that Information.” I cried out of pure fear “That’s my dad, what happened to my dad”. I gave the women my mom’s work number even though they were no longer married.
After my boyfriend dropped me off at home my parents were frantic. They were getting ready to go to the hospital in Jackson because Mawmaw was even worse than that morning. Momma was trying to get in touch with her sisters, who would not answer. Daddy decided to drive to their house which was twenty minutes away. When he got back we were ready to go, we drove the whole forty-five minutes to the hospital.
He was away camping with some family members but he really wanted to be here for the birth of his first great-granddaughter. I remember a few hours later that I knew for sure that I was in labor. I was starting to get contractions. The nurses made me walk around the hospital and even though all I wanted to do was lay in bed. I didn 't want an epidural but I did get some pain medicines in my I.V.
It was so bad he found it hard to sit up straight; he had to be lying down to lessen the pain. One night the pain got really bad that my mom had to rush my dad to the hospital. It was 4 in the morning! My mom rushed me and my 3 younger siblings to get ready, I didn’t know if to be scared or nervous at the fact of taking my dad to the hospital or mad because she woke us up that early. We spent countless hours at the hospital and throughout that time all kinds of thoughts came through my head.
On April 17th, 2004, my eldest sister went into labor around 5:30 A.M. I honestly wasn't in the mood to go to the hospital so early in the morning, but my mother told me I should. My mom told me that it was a time when my sister really needed us. All I thought about was that she wouldn't even know whether I was there or not. My family and I took her to the hospital, and then everyone waited in the adjacent room.
They took at least three hours as his mom waited for the doctor in the waiting room. Finally the doctor walked in. “I’m sorry, but there was too much damage to his brain. There was nothing we could do.” The doctor said softly. Bojoby’s mom started crying in the waiting room.