The Hard news

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This story is about a girl named patty who's mother is struggling though breast cancer... She might never look at the pink ribbon the same way again...

Submitted: August 31, 2016

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the pink  ribbon, the race, the cure. These things all probably make you think of breast cancer. It's real, the struggle I mean. My name is Patty Pepador, and my mom is struggling through it. Both of my siblings and I are struggling with her, and it is one of the hardest things in our lives. And we aren't even the ones with cancer. Let me start at the beginning.  It was the night before school started, so as you can imagine  I was already as stressed as you could be.  Especially when journeying into the life of  middle school. Mom had promised me that we would goes back to school shopping that night, but that never happened. After finishing all my chores, I decided I might as well something around on my social media. Mo was longer then expected, and I was curios as to what the hold up was... Then our  Wiener dog began barking like mad. And that was my clue that mom and my sister were home and it was time to put down the iPhone and go down to greet them at the door. But  when the door opened I was greeted by tears. I was very puzzled by this as to why my mother and sister were wailing their eyes out as soon as they came in the door. Did something happen at work? Wave of dread  envelopes my mind. I see something dangling on my moms wrist, a hospital band. A bell begins ringing in my ears with one word. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer.  I feel a lump form in my throat as I begin to form the question, " what's wrong?" My sister spoke first. "Remember those tests that mom had to check if she was healthy?"   I nodded, "well the tests came positive for.… For…" she chokes, "Patty, I have breast cancer.…"my mother says  as she drives her tears even though there are more to come. My mind becomes a blur  ask questions race through my mind. How bad was it? Was Mom going to go bald? What's next? Is it treatable? I'm very quiet as my brain processes this information. Curse that stupid bell!!! Even when it knows it is right, it still rings. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. I will never be able to look at the pink ribbon the same way again.


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