Journal+6-Narrative

Narrative about some thing in my life

Illness

My uncle Greg is my favorite uncle. He bought me presents for no reasons. He watches really weird shows for kids. He acts like a child all the time, and he’s like 45. But one day everything change. Those happy times pauses. He got cancer in his back. He was also in a coma. I had to see him and all I saw was needles in his arms, a machine next to him, a breathing tube in his mouth, and his eyes closed. I cried my eyes out all day. We talked to the doctor and he said that there is a chance that he would die. I was frozen in fear of death coming to him. I already lost so many family members. My father, my aunt Barbie, my other uncle, my step dad, and my grandma. I couldn’t loss another one again. Not when so much pain has been casted to my heart already. My mother said we could go to church and pray for him to recover. I choose not to go because a thought keeps creeping into my head. Praying won’t save his life; he was probably going to die. I was out of school for two days because of that. I then learned that he had this fluid in his back that was breaking down the bone in it. They had to do a back surgery. I was terrified at the thought of them picking at his back with there rods, needles, tubes. I attempted to stay calm at school and held all of the tears in. My mother didn’t handle it to well. She prayed everyday and cried. She never cried so I was pretty surprised. My little sister just prayed and didn’t say much. Then we went to the doctors again and he said the chance of him dieing is high. It was like 85% of him dieing, but they said they would try to save his life. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. My uncle was some one not afraid of death. The presents of death was close to him and there is nothing he could do. One night I cried and cried and cried. My eyes burned from the painful tears running down my face. I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t understand that death comes to everyone at that time. Then I prayed. I prayed for him to heal, for him to get better and still be the same old uncle I know and love. I promised everything in my life that he would heal form this cancer. Then a miracle happened. The next day we got a call and these words will stick with my forever. They said, “Mr. Hines is alright. The surgery was a success”. I was frozen again then tears of joy ran down my face. He was all right and he was going to live.