Snowdrops

Chapter 7: The Cherry Blossom Tree

Chapter 7

The Cherry Blossom Tree

Monica Levi POV

I’m here inside Dr. Cowell’s office, my father’s neurologist. I known him since I was a little girl. My parents introduced him to me as their close friend. When I was a child my parents kept the health condition of my father. My dad died when I was 12 years old due to brain tumor. At my 16th birthday, in the middle of my birthday celebration I loss consciousness and I was rushed in the hospital. I was diagnosed for early staged of brain tumor. Since then Dr. Cowell closely monitored my health condition. I been receiving treatment for more than a year and undergone to chemotherapy for 6 months. Praying to God to give me more strength to fight back against my illness. 

I felt heartbroken every night when I heard my mom praying, crying and calling my father’s name. Asking him to guide me and help me to get trough this. For me, my mom is my hero; everyday she showed how brave she was. The way she control her tears and emotions in front of me whenever I was too weak and tired from treatment. She never give up to my dad nor to me. I wished I could take those pain in her heart. 

I felt a hand squeezing my hands I looked up and see my mom weakly smiled at me “Honey, you’ll be alright.” I nodded and returned her smile. Dr. Cowell entered the room with my new CT scan result. He greeted us and asked me some question regarding on how I felt for this past few days and how well I adapted on my new medication. 

“We need to take more precaution, specially now that Monica is already becoming a young adult.” As Dr. Cowell suggested. “If you feel any symptoms like headache, nausea or seizure you promise me to tell it to your mother as much as possible. Okay?” He continued and patted my shoulder. I nodded and smiled at him. 

After my check up, my mom was asked to go to the records area to arrange some of my personal records. I asked for her permission to let me walked outside while she’s busy. She agreed and reminded me to take good care of myself. I happily obeyed her.

I went to my favorite spot here in hospital. I sat on the bench, mesmerizing the cherry blossom tree. I smiled and wished that I am a cherry blossom tree. In winter, all its petals will be gone and it will look old and lonely. But when the spring comes, it will regain its lost beauty. As for me, that spring will never happen to me.