Pancreatic Cancer: A Short Story

It was a dark and brooding morning in March. Snow is falling just outside the window. “Beep, beep, beep.” The heart monitor is so loud; I can hardly hear myself think or the chatter encapsulating the room. I am in a hospital room; I’ve been here for 3 days now. My grandmother is the reason my family and I are all here. She was diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer in December. It hasn’t hit me yet that she’s on the verge of death, but then again 9 year olds shouldn’t have to understand the idea of death or how it feels to lose someone so close to you. The room is bare and colorless. The smell of antiseptic is completely overwhelming and nauseating. Everyone is putting on a fake exterior – pretending that everything is going to be okay for the sake of me. Everything is moving in slow motion almost as if I’m in one of those movies who add the effect for the sake of comedy. I can hardly breathe; the tears start flowing out of me like the Amazon River. It finally hit me. I’m going to lose the one person in the entire universe who was there for me and raised me when no one else would. I wasn’t prepared for this day to come. I truly believed my grandmother would outlive me and she would get to experience all of my victories. My grandmother looks frail and helpless. …show more content…
We should have practiced our goodbyes, because then maybe this would be easier to handle. Maybe it’s easier to let someone slip away than it is to say goodbye. We all just sat there. Our heads are bent towards each other; everyone is trying not to cry. I feel so unprepared because I’m the only one crying. Everything is moving so fast, I can hardly keep up. My heart is pounding; I feel like it’s going to burst from all the sadness. I feel unreal like I’m in some sort of sick and twisted dream. We all head home. No one says a thing, either because they’re exhausted from the sadness or no one knows what to say to alleviate the