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myOtaku.com: Exiled Empress
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Wednesday, October 13, 2004
...continued from the last post...
I looked around frantically, searching for my parents. I was taken into a cold room with a big bright lamp. They had everything ready for the surgery. I don't remember much detail because I kept searching for my parents. All I remember was them putting something on my face, and then I fell unconscious.
The next day, I woke up again in my room. My mom was there, but not my dad.
"Mom?" Where's dad?" I asked.
"Ami! You're finally awake!"
"Yeah. Where's dad?" I asked again.
"He went to work. But don't worry, I'll take care of you."
About a couple of days later, I found out that the surgery had been actually the main biopsy. My mom hoped the results would be negative. She was always optimistic.
However, the doctor came in and told us the results were positive. I did have cancer cells.My parents had many questions and so did I. But my one question was "Why me?"
Considering my parents' financial crisis these past few years, I now felt like a burden.
My parents and the doctor discussed ways to cure me. It was either chemo, radiation, or another surgery. I kept an eye on my parents, how troubled they were. They looked about the room as if looking for magical hands to come out of the walls with money. And they would look at me, lying in bed with a head cast. I must've looked what I felt like. Sad, tired, weak, and hopeless.
In the end, my parents agreed to chemotherapy. It as the only option they felt safe and familiar with. After the doctor left, my mom and I talked. My dad went outside to make a call.
"Ami, you're going to be all right," she assured me.
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