Our Haven
“Isabelle, Lena...I have to talk to you girls.” My mom says from her room that was down the hall. My sister Lena and I walk down the creaky hallway of Saint Eleanor Hospital. The noise of lady groaning in pain caught my attention. The lady had no legs and used her old, bony arms to push her towards her next destination. My mom’s room quickly was approaching more than I wanted it to. I need more time to prepare myself for the woman I would see. She wouldn't have any hair and was very bloated with tumors covering every ounce of her body that you could imagine. It was no coming back from that and we all knew the time was soon approaching. We were just counting down the days. The doctor said she would only have a few more weeks …show more content…
My father that almost was having a panic attack thinking about the love of his life, the mother of his two daughters dying, stood up for and my sister and I followed. We thought it would be good news but then we saw Doctor Reynold’s face and it was not one was anticipated on. He had a straight face on and it was so disappointing. “How is she?!” My dad asked anxiously.“I am so sorry to inform you that the surgery went as planned, in the beginning...but then she died twice on the table and we saw that the cancer already had spread throughout her body. We weren't quick enough...I'm so sorry.” “Jesus Christ! She's dead...You damn doctors killed my wife?!” My dad yelled loud enough that the whole hospital could hear. “No.. Mr.Ryans, your wife is still alive. She's not awake yet but she just got settled into her room. “Oh thank God, she's okay. Can we see her?” “Yes, but there is some bad news…” “Okay...I will just have to be strong for all of us” he says kissing Lena’s forehead first and then mines.“Lay it on me doc.” “Okay, so since we have seen that JoAnne’s cancer has progressed, there is nothing else we can do. She has to stay here until she… You know but she has a couple weeks.”... That's all I can remember from that conversation but that was a tough one to handle now that I …show more content…
I bolted upright in my bed. My eyes were the size of gumballs as I stared at my Toni Braxton poster that hung on my dark purple wall. I took deep breaths and my heart rate slowed and I laid back down in my bed. As soon as my head made contact with my unfluffed pillow with a blue pillowcase on it, my alarm echoed. I threw my alarm clock at the wall knocking down an old frame that I forgot was apart of my decor. I then knew that was my cue to start getting ready for my day. I completed my hygiene and made my way to the shower. While I was inside, my mind went blank and everything was quiet except for that noise the knife made as it slid across the wall that the man was holding. I never saw the man face but something kept telling me before it was too late. I brushed it off and went on to wash my brown naturally curly hair that reminded me of my mom. After using my purple lavender hair conditioner, I washed it out as it went smoothly down my back and mixed with the hot water that stayed at the bottom and hung out around my feet. Soon after, I got out and got dressed. After putting on my pink scrub top that matched perfectly with these purple bottoms I had from years ago, my pager went off. Before I checked it, I went by the wall to retrieve the frame that I made fall earlier that morning. My pager went off again and I checked it. It read “ALL HANDS ON DECK, INCOMING. 911” I clipped the pager on my
“Isabelle, Lena...I have to talk to you girls.” My mom says from her room that was down the hall. My sister Lena and I walk down the creaky hallway of Saint Eleanor Hospital. The noise of lady groaning in pain caught my attention. The lady had no legs and used her old, bony arms to push her towards her next destination. My mom’s room quickly was approaching more than I wanted it to. I need more time to prepare myself for the woman I would see. She wouldn't have any hair and was very bloated with tumors covering every ounce of her body that you could imagine. It was no coming back from that and we all knew the time was soon approaching. We were just counting down the days. The doctor said she would only have a few more weeks …show more content…
My father that almost was having a panic attack thinking about the love of his life, the mother of his two daughters dying, stood up for and my sister and I followed. We thought it would be good news but then we saw Doctor Reynold’s face and it was not one was anticipated on. He had a straight face on and it was so disappointing. “How is she?!” My dad asked anxiously.“I am so sorry to inform you that the surgery went as planned, in the beginning...but then she died twice on the table and we saw that the cancer already had spread throughout her body. We weren't quick enough...I'm so sorry.” “Jesus Christ! She's dead...You damn doctors killed my wife?!” My dad yelled loud enough that the whole hospital could hear. “No.. Mr.Ryans, your wife is still alive. She's not awake yet but she just got settled into her room. “Oh thank God, she's okay. Can we see her?” “Yes, but there is some bad news…” “Okay...I will just have to be strong for all of us” he says kissing Lena’s forehead first and then mines.“Lay it on me doc.” “Okay, so since we have seen that JoAnne’s cancer has progressed, there is nothing else we can do. She has to stay here until she… You know but she has a couple weeks.”... That's all I can remember from that conversation but that was a tough one to handle now that I …show more content…
I bolted upright in my bed. My eyes were the size of gumballs as I stared at my Toni Braxton poster that hung on my dark purple wall. I took deep breaths and my heart rate slowed and I laid back down in my bed. As soon as my head made contact with my unfluffed pillow with a blue pillowcase on it, my alarm echoed. I threw my alarm clock at the wall knocking down an old frame that I forgot was apart of my decor. I then knew that was my cue to start getting ready for my day. I completed my hygiene and made my way to the shower. While I was inside, my mind went blank and everything was quiet except for that noise the knife made as it slid across the wall that the man was holding. I never saw the man face but something kept telling me before it was too late. I brushed it off and went on to wash my brown naturally curly hair that reminded me of my mom. After using my purple lavender hair conditioner, I washed it out as it went smoothly down my back and mixed with the hot water that stayed at the bottom and hung out around my feet. Soon after, I got out and got dressed. After putting on my pink scrub top that matched perfectly with these purple bottoms I had from years ago, my pager went off. Before I checked it, I went by the wall to retrieve the frame that I made fall earlier that morning. My pager went off again and I checked it. It read “ALL HANDS ON DECK, INCOMING. 911” I clipped the pager on my