| Title: Miracles
Feedback: Appreciated very much. E-mail Me Archive: Ask first, I'll say yes. Rating: PG for subject matter. Pairing: None. Summary: A woman who has cancer gets the best Christmas present. Notes: I wrote this for an English assignment. I was originally going to turn in The Darkness of Rain, but thought my English teacher would send me to counseling. Disclaimer: I own everything original in this story. |
Miracles By Alison D/C: I own everything original in this story. ~*~*~ It's Christmas. It doesn't really feel like it. When you're in the hospital, time doesn't really have a meaning. Christmas doesn't seem different from any other day, to me, it's just another day in the hospital, hoping to get better. I was diagnosed with cancer three years ago. At the time, it was sad and painful, and my family stood by my side. But, one by one, they all disappeared. Most of them just moved away and couldn't come visit me often enough, but some just didn't see any point. With no one to take care of me, I ended up at the hospital, surrounded by hundreds of doctors who see me as just another incurable cancer case. I've gone through radiation, chemotherapy, nothing seems to work. I'd rather be anywhere, just as long as I'm not strapped in this hospital bed, being injected with so many different drugs that I don't even know what they do to me. But, it's Christmas. I can hear everyone outside, getting visits from relatives and family, having a fun time, even though they all know they might not survive until their next Christmas. It's sad and depressing. But me, I don't have any family to come visit me. They're all busy, sitting around the Christmas tree with their children, opening presents and throwing the flashy paper around without a care, not giving a thought to poor Grandma all alone in the hospital. I talked to the nurse earlier. She's a kind woman, volunteering to work on such an important day of the year. She gave me a present, my only one this year. It was a beautiful necklace with an angel on it. She told me it was a guardian angel and that it would help with a miracle. I hope it does. I sigh, and turn over. There, standing at the doorway, is my daughter. She looks at me with tears in her eyes, but they're not from sadness. No, she looks almost…happy to be there. She brought along two of my grandchildren with her, and their clinging to her like they were scared that if they let go, they'd be lost forever. She comes up to me and sits in the chair beside my bed. "Mom," she says carefully, trying to hide her tears. "Mom, the doctors have news for you." My doctor comes into the room. She's a nice woman too, and she looks upon me with kind eyes as she flips through my medical file. "Good news," she tells me. She pauses there, as if the suspense wasn't gathering in me. Then, the words: "All the chemotherapy and radiation worked. Your cancer has gone in remission." I don't even feel my daughter's arms go around me. I'm too happy, too glad to care. I was done. No more hospital. No more waiting in the bed for a disease that has proved to be incurable go away. I reach my hand up to my necklace. Christmas was always a day for miracles. I knew my guardian angel was watching over me. FIN |