It seemed like it would make her die, just speaking it. So I didn't tell anyone, not even my best friends. At school I would slip into dreamland, nobody there knew that I should be troubled. I put on my best face and paraded around e-high's halls with some sort of smile plastered on my face. At lunchtime I"d stare at my food thinking that my friends should know. I thought of a million different ways to tell them. Each time that I came close to telling them, I would think about their potential reactions. There would be the normal lunchtime banter going on, complaints about schedules, teachers and friends, and I then I blurted it out, Hey guys, my mom has breast cancer . Then I would stare at my food mentally kicking myself for having opened my mouth. I chose to say nothing. I remember very clearly the day that I went to go sit with her while she got her chemotherapy. I only did this once because it was too hard for me. I walked down an overly-lit sterile hallway trailing behind my dad. When we reached her room I wished that I could just keep walking, pretend I hadn't seen her. I went in and sat down.
Her shirt was partially unbuttoned so that the IV could be inserted into herr arm. She was hooked up to three different kinds of poisons, and one normal IV. There were some blue things spread across her lap and the ever present bag of lemon drops was faithfully at her side. Her head was laid back in the chair, she was tired. She and my dad tried to involve me in some nice chit-chat, I met and shook hands with the doctors and nurses, It's nice to meet you Dr. Isal. Yeah right. They complimented her on what a beautiful son she had. I smiled politely then excused myself to the bathroom. I wiped away my forming tears and glanced at my watch it was 11:32 AM. I knew that my mom was going through alot as I just took the easy way out by hiding. She wasn't hiding though she was facing the nightmarish reality of life.
