Just a statistic
A thirty percent chance at survival? I never thought that I could be so terrified of a number in my life... It's funny how we don't pay much attention to the statistics until someone we love may become a part of that statistic. How the hell are we going to win with a thirty percent chance? There is only seventy percent of the failed cases that we have to go against. I had to watch them give her the news today. That was the hardest thing that I think that I will ever have to do. What are we as children supposed to do when our protectors(parents) begin to cry on our shoulders? She was always the strong one that held me when I cried. Now the tables have turned and I found myself holding back my own grief so that I could help her cope with her own. Questions keep running through my head....Is this her last Christmas? Will I have to be there at every Khimo? How will I help her feel pretty when she begins to lose her hair? What will I do when they tell me that there is nothing else they can do? I hate surprises and when the inevitable is coming why I can't brace myself for it? It is unfair that I can't seem to cry.