Second Chance

Brianna

I have been stressed out with my fathers heart transplant surgery money. I've been working 24/7 to get it. I have two jobs and they are not enough to cover it all. In the mornings I work at Starbucks six til four in the afternoon. Then I get one hour break before my waitress job starts at five and ends at three in the morning. I only get three hours of sleep before going back to the same routine. Thankfully I get weekends off to go see my father in the hospital.

Everyday I wake up scared that I wont be able to get the money in time. That I would loose my father as I lost my mother at a young age. I was only two at the time so I don't really remember anything about her. I only know her from my fathers stories. Every time he would tell them I felt like I was there getting to know my mother. Now that I am nineteen years old I feel empty, in a weird not welcoming kind of way. It has been two months now since my father has been in the hospital. He has been holding on as strong as he can. The doctors told me since my father waited this long to get his heart checked on that his heart has given out.

My father has had this heart defect since he was born and my grandparents didn't have the money to afford the checkup so they stopped taking him. They prayed and prayed that he will survive this tragedy and he did. My father did not feel weak again, until my mother died. The doctors said since he was going through this pain and heartbreak, his heart didn't have the strength to stay up. So because of my mothers death at the age of 32 my father got the signs and symptom's. He was getting heart ache and strong unforgettable pain in his chest. But he would refuse to get it checked up, my grandparents tried everything to get him to go. He was just too stubborn to accept that anything was wrong with him.

Along the years his heart just been getting worse but not as bad for him to go into the state he is in now. Five months ago I lost my grandparents in a shooting at the State Public Bank. They were going to cash their checks when gang members started shooting up the place, and they shot a couple of people... Including my grandparents. That got my father in a no eating or sleeping state again. It also got him into the hospital. After three months of the incident my father had a Coronary Artery heart attack in the middle of the night and he was rushed to the hospital. The doctors told me that he would have to get a heart transplant because his heart was too weak to keep going.

Right now they are on a search for a donors heart that is healthy and right for my fathers. The only information they have gave me is that my father is growing weaker and weaker everyday. I pray hoping god would hear my prayers and help my father get through this suffering. Along with these prayers i pray to my mother to be my fathers angel and watch over him when i'm at work.

Right now i am by my fathers hospital bed holding his hand praying for him. I pray every time i come see him, i pray for a miracle to happen and save us both.

"Miss Spears may i have a moment with you please?" Mr. Harris asked. He was my fathers doctor and is a good friend with my fathers. I nodded and kissed my fathers head before leaving his room. Thankfully my fathers medical Insurance could pay for the hospital bill but when i called them about the surgery they said they could only pay for half. So that's why i am working two jobs to earn that money for the surgery.

"Yes Mr. Harris," i asked. Then he gave me a look i know to darn well. It was the look of worry and sadness put together. He only gave me that look when there was bad new and he was afraid to tell me. "Whats wrong?"

He gave a heavy sign trying to comprehend on how i am going to react with the news he has in stored for me. "Brianna the supervisor of us doctors wanted me to inform you that if you don't have the money by the end of the month we wont have no choice but to cancel your fathers surgery." he said.

I was speechless, for once in my life i didn't have anything to say. I thought supervisors were to support the families not try to destroy them. Just because i am not rich or come from a high bloodline does not mean i don't work for it.

"What are you trying to say Henry! What if you find a donor before the end of the month are you just going to let it go and let my father die?" I was beyond mad at what is going on at the very moment. My father does not deserve any of this, he deserves to be cared for. We put his wings under their arms to protect and care. But instead they are giving me a deadline for the money.

"If a donor comes in before the end of the month i will contact you. We will do the surgery before the end of the month if we do get the donor. I promise you that, i will make sure that it will get done. But Brianna if i could help you out i would but you know i cant do that, its against hospital policy. I know you have been working hard on getting the money, trust me when i say i tried my hardest to reason with Chanel. Its just that woman is stubborn and would never budge at what she has decided." he said.

"Henry cant they give me an extension. i have more than half of the money already i just need more time. Please don't do this to us, i will get another job but i wont get all the money by the end of the month is takes time. i only get paid eight hundred dollars every week from each job and five hundred goes to house bills for the month. i have 50,000 right now plus 400,000 from my college savings. That equals up to 500,000 that's is more enough to give me time wouldn't it?"

I was not going to give up i was determined that they were going to give me at least one more month.

"Chanel told me no exceptions you will need the money by the end of the month. I am so sorry Brianna, i really am." i knew he was sorry just by the way he was talking and his look gave full on apologetic.

"I promised my father i was going to do everything i can to save him. I am not going to break that promise now, you will get the 500,000 tomorrow. I will deposit everything tonight and i will try my best to get the rest of the money to you by the end of the month. i promise you that."

i walked away from him back to my fathers room and grabbed my stuff telling him goodbye for now. In order for me to get the money by the end of the month my weekends would have to be booked as well.

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