In Sickness and in Health

Wanting!

"Anna ,sweetheart, wake up dear, it's nearly eleven",I heard Jessica,my personal nurse, shake me awake.

I groaned and rolled over. Huh? I guess I didn't die in my sleep this time. Eh whatever ,next time maybe.
I sat up out of bed and walked over to my mirror.

I picked up my comb and pulled it through my thin hair just to have another clump of hair fall out. The one thing I did was chemotherapy. I guess I had no choice. When I found out the chemo would not work I didn't care. It made me nauseous, but there is medication for that. Meanwhile, there is no medication for cancer. My mom said that she would do anything to make me happy at this point.  There was nothing I wanted anymore.  At this point I wanted to sleep.  I was slowly going to death, but no one would let me die.  They always said there was a chance and that miracles happen.  I haven't gotten my miracle. I wanted my miracle. No one understood why someone of my age would want to give up and stop fighting. There was only one thing I wanted. I wanted a husband.  People said I was crazy and should fight.

"Anna, sweetie, do you want to go for a walk?" My nurse was so kind and sweet, but I was not in the mood. I had an aching headache that I thought was lasting a lifetime ( however long that is).   My room was decorated to my liking. Sadly, I had to live out the rest of my days in a grungy hospital bed.   My pale skin looked dewey in the hospital spotlight. I was glowing. My room was a as purple as the last color in the rainbow. My curtains had beautiful floating butterflies.  Looking at them made me sick. I puked at least six times a day. My body after a while got used to it. The butterflies just made it worse. I had my own mattress. The hospital staff wanted me to be comfortable.
Everyone in the staff was sweet, but some were rude. Many of them made me walk and I was tired and sick of the impolite nursing staff. 
I dreamed a lot. I also slept a lot. I dream of my wedding. Me in a white dress. Happy to be alive, I walk down the aisle, smile on my face, and finally I lean in to kiss my beloved fiancé.