Lung Cancer: A Short Story

Rows of Nan’s dresses now crush against each other in my closet, the same dresses that I had grown up admiring. My grandmother is and was my best friend, I grew up listening to her singing while she made breakfast for me on the weekends. I watched her sew and I fell in love with the things that she was able to create. She’s let me try on her dresses when I was younger, I would always tell her that one day I would create such masterpieces. She always told me that she had no doubt that I would accomplish anything that I wanted in life. She would always support me no matter what I ended up doing.
Freshmen year of college I declared my major as fashion designer. My parents weren’t exactly thrilled with the career path that I had chosen for myself, but that didn’t matter. My Nan was there with me during move in day, telling me that I am going to accomplish so much and that she is proud of me. This meant the world to me. Since I had started college I’d make weekly calls to my Nan, we would talk about our week and she’d always tell me that boys are a waste of your time. She never failed to make me laugh, until one week I’d called and she didn’t pick up. This was very …show more content…
Stage 3. She has about a year left. A year. I was not ready to let her go yet. I would not even be ready to let her go in a year. She told me she would watch me walk across the stage and get my degree. She told me that she would be there for me when I got my big break. She can’t just leave me like this. This isn’t fair. “Sammie, is that you dear?” A quiet mouse like voice drawing me out of my thoughts. I looked over at Nan and she was smiling and nodding towards me. I could feel my legs walking towards her, however I felt like I wasn’t in control of them. She reached out for my hand and I grabbed it, holding it tight, but not enough of hurt her. I could see the pain in her eyes from what the cancer was doing in her body. I wanted to make everything better, but I knew that it wasn’t