Taylor for the Night

Chapter 8 All I Needed

It was a hard weekend for us. I called Grace that Saturday and told her the horrible news. She immediately came over and brought us some take out for dinner. We then all cried and prayed together, begging God for a miracle.

The same thing happened at church on Sunday. We told the congregation and then everyone there cried and prayed for us.

I didn't know what to think or what to do. I was so angry with God. Why would my mom, who is only 35 years old, have breast cancer?!!! It just isn't fair! My mom doesn't deserve to die! She is the most loving, kindest woman I have ever met, not to mention she is my MOM! I can't imagine life without her, I don't want to imagine life without her!

If she dies, who will I live with?! If she dies before I'm 18 I'll be sent into foster care and I do NOT want that to happen!

I don't know what to do and I feel so depressed and hopeless.

That next Monday I went back to school and just walked through the motions the whole day. Kimmy hasn't even talked to me in a week and I so I haven't even been able to tell her about my mom.

I can't believe how quickly our friendship is disappearing. But I guess I should have known Josh would do that to us. He was probably telling her lies about me, ruining our friendship.

I cancelled my birthday party that was only a couple weeks away. I just can't have a birthday party when my mom is dying, it just wouldn't be right.

Grace got the flu really bad the week of my birthday and had to stay home all week. I was so upset because my mom and I had agreed to just have her over to celebrate with us.

On the morning of my birthday, I woke up feeling super sick. I ran to the bathroom and threw up everything I ate the night before.

"I must have Grace's flu" I moaned as I laid down on the bed.

I heard my mom walking down the hall way towards my room.

"Mom stay out, I'm sick! The doctor said you can't be around sick people, so stay out!" I called to her before she could reach my door.

"Oh, honey! But can't---"

"No Mom. I'll be fine just please don't get sick!" I whined to her.

She sighed before I heard her footsteps fade down the hall.

I laid there for about twenty minutes and then all of a sudden I felt better.

"It's a miracle! Thank you Jesus!" I prayed before jumping off the bed.

I ran out of my room and straight to my mom.

"Guess what?! I feel all better! It's like a birthday gift from God!" I squealed hugging my mom.

She laughed and hugged me close, kissing my forehead.

"I love you Mommy" I whispered as I held her tight.

I spent the rest of the day with my mom, just talking, looking at old pictures, and most importantly spending time with her.

I realized this was most likely my last birthday with my mom and that made me want to cherish this day more then anything else. Needless to say it was the best birthday I've ever had and I didn't even need cake or presents to make it that way.

All I needed was MY MOM.