Caring even with Cancer

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My friend has Cancer. I want to go away...

My friend has cancer.  It is a fear that I have had most of my life and now it is happening to her.  It was a terrible day when I first heard the news.  I cried for a whole two days.  Day by day, I watched her lovely blonde hair fall out.  Her skin became splotchy, her breathing painful.  I was the saddest I have ever been.  I was getting sick, losing weight, refusing to eat with worry.  I knew she wasn’t going to make it.  And I admit it, I tried to avoid her.  I couldn’t bear to see her wasting away.  Losing the beautiful self she once was.  It made me sick.  I know she couldn’t help it, that I should give her a hug, but I couldn’t do it.  I didn’t tell anyone.  I didn’t speak of it, didn’t think of it, but I still found myself running my hands through my long brown hair, thinking of what I would look like without it.  

 

It took me two months to realize what I was doing wrong.  She was getting weaker, slower, sadder.  I couldn’t bare it.  Then, I realized how incredibly selfish I was being.  If she was going to die, she didn’t need to die without a friend.

 

I approached her after school.  She was waiting in the parking lot for her mom, because she wasn’t able to walk home anymore.  I came up quietly beside her.  After staring into the parking lot for a few minutes, I turned my head just in time to see a fat, slow tear trace its way down her cheek.  

 

“Sam…”  I began.  “I am sorry.”  She turned and looked at me in disbelief.  

“I thought I was too ugly to be recognized.”  Another tear fell.  My voice caught in my throat.  I can’t believe that I was doing that!

 

“No, Sam.”  I said, my voice was suddenly strong.  “No.  You are beautiful.  I couldn’t see that., but now I do.  Anyone who thinks otherwise is a jerk and obviously blind.”  Even someone who doesn’t meet ‘’society’s’’ stupid standards can be beautiful.  It radiates off of you, your heart reaches out to other people.  You may have cancer, you may…”  I gulped.  “be dying, but that doesn’t matter.  The world is full with you, no matter what you look like.”  When I finished, I took a deep breath.  It felt good to tell her all  of that.  

 

She stood for a moment, stunned I think.  I was beginning to wonder if I had said something wrong when she leaped forward.  She threw her arms around my neck and sobbed happily.  When she had no more tears left, she put her hands on my shoulder, looking wise, and said.  “Grace Marie Crandall, that is the most beautiful and motivating thing anyone has ever said to me.”  She hugged me one more time, “Thank you.”  She said.  In those two words were the warmth and meaning of a thousand.  When she turned to get into her car, her chin was held a little higher.

 

I found out she died that weekend.  I will miss her, she was a great friend, even if I wasn’t all the time.  But that is what true friends do, they mess up, admit, forgive and encourage.


-Grace Crandall  (this is a fiction story)


Submitted: December 19, 2014

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