I found this on my computer, it is an essay that I wrote for a spm trial paper that Ive sent to my teacher. This essay was based on a plot of a movie called 50/50. But this easy was originally written by me. So...yeah :)
3.Write a
story that begins with “When I heard the news, I…..”
When I heard the news, I was dumbfounded and not a single word
came out of my mouth. The pain that I suffered was not a regular back pain but
a tumor has grown on my backbones. The doctor confirmed his statement by
showing the x-rays and other results that he got from my medical check-up. Why
me? I did not do drugs nor smoke. I practiced almost all of the traditional
tips that my mother told me on how to maintain a good health and why I am the
‘lucky’ person to go through this miserable problem. Why me God? There was
still a lot more to discover at the age of 27.
My mother burst into tears when she
heard the news while my Alzheimer father stared at her strangely. My co-workers
thought I was making a morning joke when I revealed the reason why I was off
for two days. They kept on questioning me on how a healthy, happy-go-lucky guy
like me could get a cancer. Even I could not answer that. The last person I
told was my girlfriend, Kylie who sank into the sofa right after the words came
into her ears. I tried to calm her down and the next moment she promised me
that she will always be with me, to go through the problem together.
I was
appointed to go for chemotherapy two times a week. The first appointment was
not so bad as I met new friends or to be more specific, old friends-most of
them were above 50. So I was the odd in the treatment room. They started to ask
me what I do for a living and the next thing I knew, we were sharing the
stories of our life. Joseph, who was sitting next to me was divorced by his
wife because of his cancer. Suddenly I thought about Kylie.
Kylie was
the one who sent and fetched me to and from the hospital for my chemotherapy-as
she promised to go through this together. She bought me a cat as she thought it
could brighten up my spirit. One day, something unusual happened. I waited at
the same spot where Kylie would fetch me but there was no sign of her. I waited
for hours while the sun appeared like a huge ball of fire. She arrived an hour
later and the only words that came out of her mouth was ‘I am sorry’. I refused
on saying anything and went straight into her car because I was so exhausted
after the therapy and was eagerly seeking for a rest at home.
The next day
at the office, my office mate told me that she saw Kylie the other day at a
party-mingling with an unknown guy. She even took a picture of Kylie kissing
the guy. It was true, Kylie confessed as I trapped her by showing the picture.
After all this while, she tried to find another guy just in case if the cancer
takes me away and she said her heart out by saying that she was tired of me.
She made her decision to leave, I was left and she broke her promise. Things
became even worse when I went to the hospital and found an empty chair beside
me. Joseph had passed away, two days after he organized his birthday party. It
hit my heart and made me realized about the unspeakable thing-death.
I went through
another medical check-up as my pain became worse. I started to loss my hair due
to the therapy. The tumor had grown bigger and it was time to remove it, I had
to go through a surgery. My family agreed so do I even thought the chance for
me to survive was fifty-fifty. I was assigned to a psychiatrist, not that I was
crazy but she was the one who did all the motivational things so that my spirit
would not loss over the cancer, her name was Kate. She understood my problems
and day by day, I have became more than her patient. The operation was 7 days
away and during that time, she accompanied me loyally as if she continued the
promise that was broken by Kylie. To be exact, she has become a special person
for me.
On the
operation day, I sat on my bed in my ward with my parents sitting beside,
waiting to be called in the surgery room. My mother kissed my head while
letting her tears fell. My Alzheimer father kept on showing his new coat until
I held his hands and said the words that I have never said to him for years.
Neglecting the thoughts that he may not remember who I am, I said the words
sincerely as his only son.
“I love you
dad.” I stared deep into his eyes and he stared me back in confusion.
I put on my
fifty percent chances to live. I had no other choice but to take a narrow
bridge to life while having death at the bottom. The nurses pushed my bed into
the surgery room and I ‘stayed’ in there for 6 hours. My life was at the hands
of the surgeon. 6 hours passed and my tumor was removed. I regained my
consciousness two hours later and after that I suffered from the same back pain
but the doctor said it was fine as the wound was still severe. I was fortunate
that I survived.
Days had passed
and I started to get better. I was allowed to go home and for another one month
I could start my normal life. My hair had grown back. Kate and I fostered our
relationship and the next few years, we were married. I felt deeply fortunate
for having the cancer because it thought me to value my life. The fifty percent
that I put on came out to be a new path for my second chance of life.
-I planned to rewrite this essay on SPM, but the topic
didnt match. so fck it. lol
