THE MEMORIES OF A GIRL: part three -3-
i remember well how my father was feeling i saw it in his eyes,
i was wishing for the first time to die not because of the pain i was feeling but because of seing my father getting hurt, without having the ability to do anything, and the worst thing of all is that i was the first reason that made him feel hurt
i was ready to quit just in order not to wake up in the next morrning and watching my father deing million times a day
behind all the of it i was fighting until the day when the doctor came i heard him well telling my father, there's nothing they can do, nothing is between thier hands, he have to take me home and take a good care of me, and make me happy in the last few days of my life.
my father coudn't get it, and i can't say that he was wrong, knowing that the only person that you have is leaving you forever soon, and you can't do anything. not faire at all.
i heard him crying out side the room.
he get in with red eyes like blood, telling me that everything is ok and we have to go home, saying you're all fine, trying unsuccessfully to hide that im steel having cancer.
i didn't want him to know that i already know everything, i get dressed waiting for him to come back to take me home, he finally came, we get to the car and he told me there that i'm goanna steel have some side effects, because of the treatment, i ndicated my approval.
after 10 days of getting out of the hospital, i was setting in the balacony waiting for the hour i die.
it was killing not the cancer but the wait to die, steel getting pain, in the night, the morrning and every second of the day.
it was 3 months, steel taking medicins, some how i was feeling little bit amazing, the pain start to desappear little by little, it was the day of the visit, i didn't want to go, but in order to make my father a little bit satisfied, i went and there was nothing, the doctor called us after 5 days of the visit telling my father to get to the clinic immediatly, and he told him that there's nothing no cancer in my whole body, it's a miracle how that happened, some how the kind of the traitment i was taking at the end work in my body and yes i'm another persons survive from the cancer.
i'm a surviver, now after 9 years here i'am writing my story with cancer, it was such a memeries i passed by, what i get through it was unbelievable.
at the end what i wanna say is that you have to fight, how ever was your situation, at least not for you, but for the closes persons to your heart.
the end
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