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Guardian Angel, (Part 1)
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
~Everyone else is posting stories in parts, so I think I'll try it too.~ When I was young, I spent much time at my grandparents’ home, my mom’s parents. I loved both of them dearly. Before school, my mom would take me over there before she went to work, since she had to be in at 6 AM. My grandma would then wake me up around 7:30, and get me ready in time for her and my grandfather to give me a ride to school. It was a happy little routine. One morning, when I was in fifth grade, my grandpa met us at the door. This was odd, because it was usually Grandma who let us in while he still slept. I was still half-asleep, however, and paid little attention. The bathroom door was closed, and I was told that Grandma had a touch of the flu. Satisfied, I laid in her bed as usual and fell peacefully asleep. I knew something was amiss when it was Mom instead of Grandma who woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and asked, “Where’s Grandma?” “Oh, She doesn’t feel good at all, so Grandpa took her to the doctor. It’s nothing serious though,” Mom replied. Oh, ok, I thought, and had breakfast and bathed as usual before Mom took me to school for the day. Everyone gets sick, I thought. Even Grandma. It was an uneventful day in school, full of the usual childhood insolence, like talking in class, passing notes, and chewing gum discreetly. I walked home, as usual, with my friend Theresa, and walked in the house nearly forgetting the mornings episode. I was met by my mother, who was very sober-faced. “Anne,” she said, “I have to talk to you.” This morning flooded back into my mind, along with traces of doubt. She sat on the couch, and a perched next to her. My stomach was in a knot, for I knew what was to come couldn’t be good. I was right. “Anne,” Mom said in a quivering voice. “This morning, When I said Grandpa took Grandma to the hospital, I only told you that so that you wouldn’t worry in school today. He really took her to the hospital.” I was silent. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask a million questions; Why? What’s wrong with her? Is she OK? But I kept quiet, seeing by the expression on my mom’s face that she was trying to say something shattering in a gentle way. I was right again. Her next words forever changed my life. “Anne, I don’t know how to tell you this…but…..Grandma has cancer.” ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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DreamEvil Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 2396 |
This is indeed a frightening thing to learn and no amount of cushioning can soften the blow. ------------------ Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~. DreamEvil© |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Heartbreaking indeed.My heart goes out to you.....*Hugs* ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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Systematic Decay Senior Member
since 1999-09-15
Posts 1301That place with padded walls and funny people in white......... |
Dreamie, how true. It was a shock....I really just couldnt believe it. Watcher, thanks, **hugs** back ------------------ "Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage." -Billy Corgan- |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Sys..this touched my soul deeply. As, this is nearly the way I found out about my own Grandmother. I am glad that you posted this! Jenny |
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Marilyn Member Elite
since 1999-09-26
Posts 2621Ontario, Canada |
Amy..cancer is a scary desease. Our family too has dealt with this monster. I will be looking forward to reading how things are with you and your family. |
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Sys, As my father dided from cancer in 1993, of course this grabs at me. You have my every compassion and all I can say is savor the time you have with her, for no time passes faster than numbered days. ------------------ Michael Anderson Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream? |
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