A Dark Snowy Day
Caye Lynn Green
Copyright © 1998, Caye Lynn Green
Last Modified: November 1, 2001
This was written by my 16 year old sister. Our mother passed away of liver cancer four years ago this Christmas. I submit this in the hopes that it will inspire a researcher just a little bit, on towards the discovery of a cure.
She got a pain in her side. She had a doctor's appointment, wouldn't it have been great if she went to that doctor's appointment?
She got sick. She had to go to the hospital, we brought her Thanksgiving dinner there, in the hospital. Wouldn't it have been great if she could have eaten it?
The hospital didn't have the right medicine to make her better. My daddy had to take her to another hospital far away. Wouldn't it have been great if the right kind of medicine had been invented?
She had to take medicine that would make her feel better, but not cure her. Three times everyday she got a shot in her stomach. Wouldn't it have been great if the shots didn't make her cry?
She started to forget who we were. She didn't remember me sometimes. The medicine made her that way. Wouldn't it have been great if she didn't have to take that bad medicine?
The pain got worse, she wouldn't take her pills. My daddy had to crush them up in her food. She couldn't eat regular food. She ate baby food. Wouldn't if have been great if she ate all the food with the medicine in it?
Her bed was empty. The same bed she spent twenty five dollars on at a yard sale. She was so proud of that bed. Wouldn't it have been great if she was still in it?
It was a snowy dark day. It was cold. I had to wear a black dress, and coat. We rode slow all the way there. I felt sick. Wouldn't it have been great if we didn't have to leave her in the cemetary?
Wouldn't it have been great if she lived? Wouldn't it have been great if she was still here? Wouldn't it be great if I still had my sweet mommy?