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Personal Narrative: Chemo Therapy
When I woke up, I was in the hospital again with my parents around me. “How are you darling?” the doctor asked. “I’m okay, can I go home now? I asked the doctor. “The stress caused her to faint. Her condition is getting worse and worse everyday. If we’re not gonna start her chemo therapy right now, we don’t know how long she can stay. Her body is getting weak.” the doctor said to my parents. The doctor left then my mom hold my hands, “I’m truly sorry about what happened Hailey. I want to give you a normal life. I want you to have fun without worrying about your health.” she apologized. “We’re going to Louisiana next week for your chemo therapy.” she added. “But mom how ‘bout my life here? How ‘bout my graduation? My friends? How ‘bout Alicia? …show more content…
You have to tell him everything and you have to be honest” Alicia’s advice for me before they dropped me off. I came out of the car and I started looking for Nathan. I saw him sitting in a bench next to a tree. “Nathan!” I called him. “Oh hey Hailey let's go?” “Let's go where?” “Uhm I prepared something” then he blushed a little. We started walking towards a table that has flowers, foods, drinks, plates and etc. He handed me a bouquet of rose, I remembered he used to tell a red rose represents his love for me. I thanked him then I sit on the chair. He put a bread and variety of fruits on my plate, he also gave a cup of tea. “Do you want something else? I’ll buy it real quick” he offered. “No I'm fine, I ate breakfast already.” He started eating so I started eating my food as well. Both of us didn't talk of a good 15 minutes, it was extremely …show more content…
Why did you leave?” I put my tea on the table and I cleaned my lips before answering him, “I was in Louisiana, I have to stay there for some reason.” “Why you didn't tell me? Why did you just leave?” he asked. “I had to do that Nathan. You won't understand.” “Then help me understand it. Explain it to me please. I wanna know what happened. Is it me? Did I do something wrong? You didn't have to leave. We could’ve fixed it Hailey.” he said very confused. “I had to leave without telling you Nathan, because I didn't want you to wait for me. I want you to have fun and enjoy your life without me.” I tried to explain. “Without you? How do you expect me to have fun and enjoy without you? You're my happiness Hailey don't you understand that?” “Well you have to learn how to live without me Nathan.” “What? Why? You're gonna leave again? And what? This time you're not coming back?” “You're right Nathan. Maybe this time I won't come back. You should find someone else that won't leave you.” Then I look at him and I saw in his eyes that I'm hurting him so much. “Find someone else? Is it that easy for you to say that? Or maybe because YOU found someone else” he said emphasizing ‘you.’ “No Nathan. Please calm down.” “Almost 3 years Hailey. You left for 3 years. No emails, no letters, no text messages, no calls, no nothing! You even changed your number. And now you're telling me that I should look for someone else?” He
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