An angel in the shape of my Mum

Hospitals

I hate hospitals. I mean don't get me wrong I know that they're designed to help people get better but they are full of sickness, death and people crying because they received bad news. Well now it's my turn to do the crying. I've just been told that my mum has been diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer. They don't think she's going to live much longer. They are saying about 6 months. 'This can't be happening' I think to myself, 'this all a joke. My mother is not going to die. She will live. I know it!' I stifle my sobs as I burry my face in my father's shoulder. Before we continue I should tell you how all this came to be. How I ended up in a hospital and how my life was turned completely upside down.

My name is Jessica Patterson. I'm an only child and I've always been really close to my mother so I was shattered when I herd the news of her cancer. I'm an ordinary teenage girl of 17 years. I get along with people quite well, and I've got a lot of people I would call my friends. I have a boyfriend named James, we've been dating for 2 years. He is so super sweet. My best friend is a lovely, hyper girl named Kate. We've been best friends since kindergarten. I go to Greenstone High and get along with everyone, teachers and students alike. I get quite good grades and am probably a bit of a teacher's pet but I don't really care.

So now that you know a bit about me I'll take you back the morning of May 6th. The day that will forever be known as the day my mother was diagnosed.
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I woke up that morning and after taking a shower and picking out an outfit of black jeans and a plain white t-shirt with my favourite converse shoes, I went downstairs for breakfast.

"We are going to the doctor's today." My mother said gesturing to my father and herself. "I dont think I can stand another day of being sick. I need finally find out what is wrong with me." My mother has been feeling sick for the past few months but she brushed it off saying she was just tired from all the extra stuff she's been doing and the stress of family life. Today though she finally agreed to go to the doctors.
"I hope it's nothing serious," I look up from my cereal and smile at my mother.
"I'm sure its nothing, probably just working myself to hard."
"Yeah," I say, "Can you and Dad drop me off at school first?"
"Of course," she replies. "We will text you when we find out what is wrong, I don't want my daughter to go through the whole day worrying."
"Ok, thanks," I reply. Placing my bowl on the sink and grabbing my bag. "I'm ready to leave now."
"Right then," my father walked into the room, "let's go!"
We piled into the car and drove to the school. I was almost out of the car when I remember, "I forgot to pack my lunch!"
My mother laughs, "I knew that would happen. You are so forgetful so I packed you lunch and put it in the front of your bag."
"Thank you so much. You are an angel." I gush hugging her before heading into school. I stop at the gates and give them one last wave before heading into the gates of hell itself otherwise known as school.

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