{"id":316,"date":"2023-03-16T12:05:21","date_gmt":"2023-03-16T12:05:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/?p=316"},"modified":"2023-03-16T12:05:21","modified_gmt":"2023-03-16T12:05:21","slug":"cancer-free","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/trove.aui.ma\/?p=316","title":{"rendered":"Cancer Free\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"

It is 9 o’clock in the evening in Paris. The city of lights is shining bright with a thousand lights this night. But more precisely, a small room in a chemo clinic called The Tilleuls. It is slightly dark in the tiny room that we could only see the green heartbeats on the machine. The damaged lamp is blinking with a dull light that hurts your eyes. It smells like the hospital of abundant.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I can see a teenage girl laying in her death bed and next to her was the chemotherapy machine that is the only thing making her look alive. On a broken bedside table was her diary and a family photo.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Nancy is a 17-year-old girl who is sick with cancer. She has been fighting against it for more than three months. Next to her, on a torn leather sofa, is sitting her mom, Laura. She seems stressed and worried.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cHow much?\u201d, Nancy said in a calm voice.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cI\u2026 I ca\u2026I can\u2019t\u201d, Laura responded with tears in her eyes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cJust tell me. It is okey, mom\u201d.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cThe doctors said that you only have 2 days left to live. I am so sorry Nancy. I did everything to help you, but this clinic is the only thing I could afford, and they couldn\u2019t even keep an eye on you! \u201c, shouted Laura.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cAt least now, I still have times to say my prayers and goodbyes\u201d, added Nancy.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cI have something to tell you.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cYes mom. I am all ears\u201d.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cI always wanted to bring it up to you, unfortunately I did not have the courage\u201d.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cIt is all right. If you have something to tell me, I think you should now. I don\u2019t have much time to live, anyways\u2026\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cYou know that I love you Nancy and I always will. You will always be my little girl.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cI love you too mom.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cYou are\u2026You\u2026I can\u2019t \u2026\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cMom! Come on!\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cAll right. I wanted\u2026I am sorry. I did everything to give you the life you deserve. You\u2026\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cMom!\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cYou are adopted! Your adoptive parents left you on the side of my door when you were a baby. They couldn\u2019t take care of you. They left you! It broke my heart. From that day until now, I promised myself that I would always love you and take care of you. I am the one who raised you, who fed you, who cried when you were injured, who worried when you came home late and who was and is always here. I feel so bad. I am sorry I hid it from you. I\u2026I just wanted to protect you.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

-\u201c\u2026.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cNancy please say something\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A tear dropped from Nancy\u2019s eyes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cSay something Nancy. I am so sorry my little girl. Please forgive me. I always loved you from the beginning. I do not care about your answer, you will still be my daughter.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cI love you mom\u201d, Nancy said with a smile and tears dropping like a waterfall.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Laura was chocked and relieved that Nancy did not react badly to this heartbreaking news. She put her head on her chest and kept holding her hand. But then, something felt wrong. The heartbeats on the machine started slowing down. Laura felt Nancy\u2019s body becoming cold and weak.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

– \u201cNo! Not now! Noooo! Nancy! Nancy! Nancy! Baby girl No!\u201d, she kept crying.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

-\u201c\u2026\u2019<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

During February the first, Nancy passed away in the Clinic of Tilleuls. She died with a purified soul and a relieved mind. She left this word with an unforgettable love for her mother. She stayed there with her from the beginning. She was the only one.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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