Wake me up when May ends(a true story about me), chapter 1
3 years ago(when I was ten)
I sat on the swings at the park. Suddenly my phone rang, and I answered it.
"Hi Rhiannon!"said the vioce at the other end.
"Hey, dad! I thought I told you not to use your mobile in hospital, you'll get into trouble!"
"Oh so what. Anyway do you want to sleepover at the hospital on Saturday? I asked the nurses and they said it was ok."
"Ok, but have you asked mum yet?
"Of course I have, and she also said it was okay."
"Right then, I'll be up about seven and I'll bring that Mel Gibson movie you wanted, what was it............. Oh yeah! Signs!"
"I'll see you tomorrow then."
"See you tomorrow. Bye!"
"Bye!" I hung up.
I suppose I should explain. Last year my dad was diagnosed with oesophegeal cancer and had to have chemotherapy and surgery. He was ok for a while, then everytime he ate he kept having to cough it back up. The doctors said it was all in his head, that he had an eating disorder, but they were proved wrong when they discovered that there was a hole leading from his food pipe so the food was going straight to his lungs. By this time it was too late, the cancer was back with a vengeance and we were told that dad was terminal. He had been given a few months to live.
Now a few months is drawing closer, and I need as much time spent with dad as possible. So that's why I'm staying over on Saturday.
*Saturday*
I packed my bags and checked I had everything. Mum bundled me and my little sister Caitlin into the car and drove to Queen Margarets Hospital. She dropped me of at the entrance. I knew the way to dad's ward like the back of my hand now, I've been here so often. I walked into dad's room. It never ceased to surprise me how skinny he had gotten. He had always been such a beefy man.
"Hiya Rhiannon!"
"Hi dad!", I replied. I hugged him and he flinched.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, sorry, just my stitches." I got into my pjamas and settled down in the chair next to dad and we watched Signs. After that we both started trying to get some sleep. Dad was off like a light after a few mins. I, on the other hand, didn't get to sleep until about two o'clock and woke up at about six in the morning. That chair was so uncomfortable, and I had a sore neck and back from sleeping in it. The nurses made me some breakfast but I hardly ate any of it. I went into the bathroom, got washed and dressed and walked back into the room to see that dad was awake, and had his drip in.
"My breakfast!!", dad joked pointing at his drip. It was good to see his sense of humour hadn't been destroyed. Mum came for me at ten and I said goodbye to dad and gave him a kiss and cuddle.
"I love you" he whispered in my ear.
"I love you too dad", I replied. It was the last time I would ever see him alive.
I sat on the swings at the park. Suddenly my phone rang, and I answered it.
"Hi Rhiannon!"said the vioce at the other end.
"Hey, dad! I thought I told you not to use your mobile in hospital, you'll get into trouble!"
"Oh so what. Anyway do you want to sleepover at the hospital on Saturday? I asked the nurses and they said it was ok."
"Ok, but have you asked mum yet?
"Of course I have, and she also said it was okay."
"Right then, I'll be up about seven and I'll bring that Mel Gibson movie you wanted, what was it............. Oh yeah! Signs!"
"I'll see you tomorrow then."
"See you tomorrow. Bye!"
"Bye!" I hung up.
I suppose I should explain. Last year my dad was diagnosed with oesophegeal cancer and had to have chemotherapy and surgery. He was ok for a while, then everytime he ate he kept having to cough it back up. The doctors said it was all in his head, that he had an eating disorder, but they were proved wrong when they discovered that there was a hole leading from his food pipe so the food was going straight to his lungs. By this time it was too late, the cancer was back with a vengeance and we were told that dad was terminal. He had been given a few months to live.
Now a few months is drawing closer, and I need as much time spent with dad as possible. So that's why I'm staying over on Saturday.
*Saturday*
I packed my bags and checked I had everything. Mum bundled me and my little sister Caitlin into the car and drove to Queen Margarets Hospital. She dropped me of at the entrance. I knew the way to dad's ward like the back of my hand now, I've been here so often. I walked into dad's room. It never ceased to surprise me how skinny he had gotten. He had always been such a beefy man.
"Hiya Rhiannon!"
"Hi dad!", I replied. I hugged him and he flinched.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, sorry, just my stitches." I got into my pjamas and settled down in the chair next to dad and we watched Signs. After that we both started trying to get some sleep. Dad was off like a light after a few mins. I, on the other hand, didn't get to sleep until about two o'clock and woke up at about six in the morning. That chair was so uncomfortable, and I had a sore neck and back from sleeping in it. The nurses made me some breakfast but I hardly ate any of it. I went into the bathroom, got washed and dressed and walked back into the room to see that dad was awake, and had his drip in.
"My breakfast!!", dad joked pointing at his drip. It was good to see his sense of humour hadn't been destroyed. Mum came for me at ten and I said goodbye to dad and gave him a kiss and cuddle.
"I love you" he whispered in my ear.
"I love you too dad", I replied. It was the last time I would ever see him alive.
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