I did not know it at the time, but in November of 2005, I was knocking on death’s door. I was living in Naperville, IL with my girlfriend and her family. It was a few days before Thanksgiving, and the family was preparing for the holiday celebration. I was starting to feel a bit under the weather, but it was flu season. It was the Monday before Thanksgiving. I was out of work at the time so I got up around nine o’clock. I wasn’t feeling well, like I had eaten something that just was not agreeing with me. So I rolled out of bed and went downstairs. My girlfriend and her mom were at the kitchen table working on decorations for the party they were hosting for the holiday. “You want to help us make decorations?” asked my girlfriend. “No …show more content…
So when my girlfriend got home she tried the best she could to take care of me. With a concerned look on her face, “I’m sorry babe, I wish there was something that I could do to make you feel better.” “I’ll live,” I responded not feeling like I would, “I just have to fight through this fever.” The pain was getting worse and worse and there was nothing that I could do to ease it even the slightest bit. By the end of the night I couldn’t even stand up straight. It was bed time so I got ready and lay down. I was in excruciating pain saying to myself, if I can just get to sleep I won’t have to deal with this pain anymore. I never got to sleep though. Sometime after midnight I woke up my girlfriend screaming at the top of my lungs in agony. “Could you go get your mom?” I cried, “I can’t handle this anymore, we need to go to the hospital.” “Ok, I’ll go get her,” she said jumping out of bed and running down the hall. Her mom came into the room rubbing her eyes. “Is everything ok? What’s going on?” “I can’t handle the pain anymore,” I cried again, “we need to go to the
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
“I’m fine!” I snapped back at the woman. She began to cry and slowly walked away. I made her cry. This day keeps getting worse and worse.
“I don’t want you to stay, mom.” He sounded nearly in a panic. “Please come with me.”
I love you so much it hurts and I don’t know how to repair this for you. I know what the problem is, but I have no way of fixing it. Charlie has no way of fixing it. Only you can fix it.”
“Sure thing!” She turned her head to smile at him,” So...are you ok at all?”
My father passed away in 1991, two weeks before Christmas. I was 25 at the time but until then I had not grown up. I was still an ignorant youth that only cared about finding the next party. My role model was now gone, forcing me to reevaluate the direction my life was heading. I needed to reexamine some of the lessons he taught me through the years.
“Whatever. Leave me alone. What if the cure doesn’t work, huh? What if my parents die or something before they can use the cure? The cure might not even work. We don’t know anything,” Mia firmly said, her voice muffled by her arms covering her face. “And we can’t do anything.”
“I’m not sick. It’s just the blood. It makes me a little queasy,” I said, waving them away, “but it’s alright now. I’m fine.”
"Okay." She answers. I hear a knock at my door so I hide my phone. My mom comes into my room
“Mom please don't leave me, I need you with me. What will happen the next time I'm sick? You won't even be here to make me feel better!”
As I walked to the living room, I heard my mom sobbing. She was wiping the tears with her sleeve, avoiding any type of contact with me. It bothers me to see my mom like this, so I sat down next to her and began to talk.
“ Look mother, I’m ok, just abit tired that’s all.” I roared. I knew it wasn’t ok though. Just maybe I’ll tell her one day, but just maybe.
“Ohh I understand now. I miss you mama, I hope you’re doing well.” I replied
“Thanks god you make it real. Thanks mom, I love you too. I’m sorry I can’t make you happy till the end. Mom, could you please smile for me?” He smiled.
Slowly, I made my way to my room and let myself collapse to the floor and cry. This was the second time it had happened. I had been through a lot of things but nothing had effected me this much. I didn’t know what it was, but it hurt me so much and I don’t think I could take it anymore.