The Story of a Fighter

Marisol - Las Cruces, New Mexico
Entered on April 24, 2009
Age Group: Under 18

The Story of a Fighter

I believe in faith, hope, and God. For about two years my cousin Christina was diagnosed with cancer. She didn’t make it. It was hard for me because she was like a second mom to me, very loving, beautiful, and would always be there for me. One day my cousin found a lump on her breast, so she went to the doctors. She found out she had breast cancer. My family and I were notified that next minute. I did not know what cancer was, so I thought I didn’t need to worry. I had a feeling that cancer was bad though, so I asked my mom what it was. She told me it was something you could die of. But she didn’t look different at all to me. I could tell she was suffering, though. She had been fighting cancer for two years. I thought she was going to make it; she fought so hard through everything.

She went into a coma. Everyone knew she was not going to make it. When we got to the hospital, my mom told me I could not go in and see her because I would not be able to handle it. I told my mom I wanted to at least say goodbye for the last time; she said okay. When I walked into my cousin’s room, I saw my Alma, (her sister) just sitting next to her. Once I saw my cousin I started to cry because I knew she was not going to be here much longer. My mom told me to talk to her, but all I could say was “Hi, Christina.” My mom told her one last thing and that was, “Goodbye, I will miss you.” I saw a tear drop down Christina’s cheek. After I saw that, I just could not handle it, so I left the room.

Two days later our cousins called us and said, “The doctor told us that she is not going to make it so we are going to have to cut her off life support.” One hour later my cousins called us again and said, “She is gone.” When they told us, I could not take it so I ran to my room and just cried. Five minutes later I came back to the office where my mom and dad were and cried some more. I first cried with my dad a little, and then I cried with my mom, she cried with me, too.

And that was the end of Christina. I know that she is in heaven right now watching over me. The reason that I believe in faith, hope, and God is because I had faith and hope that she would be okay. And in a way it came true because she is not suffering anymore.

And I believe in God because He answered my prayers that Christina would be okay.