I write this story for myself. Not for people’s sympathy or compassion but to try and make sense of the world, a story of tragedy that I am still trying to understand, something that I can only write because of my anonymity on the internet.
This story revolves around two people, a boy and a girl as these stories always go. The boy grew up in a normal family and so did the girl, happy families with caring parents and good friends.
Both the boy and the girl lived life as they saw fit, they married and enjoyed life. But eventually as with all things with youth, both marriages ended and the boy and girl separated from their partners and went about their lives.
As time passed both boy and girl live life as they saw fit but as fate would have it they met each other by chance. The boy was instantly smitten by the girl but was too shy to convey his feelings; the girl charmed by the boy was impressed but withheld her thoughts. As with all things in life, you can never ignore the obvious for long and both boy and girl fell in love with each other. Time passed and their love grew, they talked, they flirted and the dated. Then after some years they both snuck away and secretly wed, returning to normal life and their families with the happy news.
Years passed again and their love continued to grow they started to think of their individual futures and their future together, their decision was to start a family together. They tried to start a family, and they tried for many years but it was never to happen, when finally they turned to modern medicine to help it was a hard time for both of them but they persevered and finally were successful. The girl was pregnant the world changed forever.
Elated with the success, the boy and girl further planned their future together and bought a new home, one big enough for the family they were expecting. But then a couple of months later even better news arrived, their baby was not one but two and the now happy couple were informed the girl was carrying twins. With not one but two babies on the way their plans for a house had to change, a new house was planned and put forth into development.
With one high leading to the next, a few months later the news came forth that the twins were 1 boy and 1 girl, happiness all round the boy and girl counted their blessings. The newly chosen house was nearing completion, big enough for the whole family.
Finally the day arrived and the new house was complete just in time as well because the babies were only weeks away. The girl though during this time experienced horrible morning sickness with headaches and vomiting but such is life when having twins.
But here the story turns for the worse, only 9 weeks from delivery the girl was still having intense headaches and nausea, the boy concerned about his wife took the girl to a hospital and there only one week ago from today the horrible discovery was made. A shadow on the x-ray. A black dot on the girls frontal lobe, further test reveal a growth. Cancer.
Six days have passed since then and during that time the girls’ health has deteriorated greatly, a girl who was once strong and happy is no longer able to speak or move, her eyes struggle to see but unable to focus, she must lie in bed wearing a diaper unable to eat or barely move.
The boy is traumatised, barely able to keep himself together and unable to understand why such a thing could happen to his beloved wife, families from both sides curse the earth but must hide their tears and put in a brave face.
There are no options left; no more time to waste, action must be taken but at a great cost. The unborn children may be saved but their mother must suffer, the outlook is bleak.
All involved now sit and wait, wait for the unfortunate fate to unfold. Everyone hoping but secretly knowing the outcome soon, can’t be good.
I write this with tears because the boy is my brother and the girl his wife, a woman i think of as my sister but to early at the end of her life. I sit here drinking but it doesn’t dull the pain, my attempts to ignore the inevitable are all in vain.
But tomorrow is a new day and I must put on a brave face, for my brother, for my family for my sister. I hope for the best.
My regret, is not saying I love you before today.