nobody to understand. My eyes started to burn, but I couldn’t cry on the bus. Not around all these people. *** “She’d love to.” I heard my mother say into the phone. I looked at her as her face fell just a bit. It had to be Sarah’s mom on the phone. “Just let us know when you have more details. Yeah. Bye.” She hung up the phone and looked at me. “Sarah has been given a wish by the Make-A-Wish foundation. Her wish was to go to Disney World and she wants to bring you.” I didn’t know what the foundation was and I was scared to death to be away from my family, but I couldn’t say no to her. The next day I had her over to the house to swim. She’d changed so much over the months. Her hair had fallen out due to the chemo and now she wore a short wig to hide it. Her face and body had gotten so bloated I didn’t recognize her from old pictures. This wasn’t the skinny brunette I knew. She had finally been diagnosed with HLH, a term I couldn’t even pronounce, and they were doing all they could. She no longer produced bone marrow and would eventually need a transplant to stay alive. “Are you excited?” She asked as she walked towards the water. “I’m so excited,” I smiled back as she jumped into the water. A frown came across my face. Why was this happening to my friend? *** I looked back out the window again. The leaves were still the same colors and the smell still came through the windows, but this wasn’t the happy day I had thought it would be. We should’ve known this had happened. Sarah’s mom had stopped writing emails a few days ago. I thought maybe things had gone good and she had been recovering. My mom and Sarah’s mom had been emailing one another almost every other day since they arrived in Cincinnati. We knew of the complications, of the fungus found in her arm, of the donors not matching up, but we never stopped hoping it would work out. It hasn’t. *** “Ready? Go!” Sarah’s mom yelled as we girls went flying across the yard. I found a tall bush to hide behind as Sarah ran to a car. All six of us girls ran for cover as Sarah’s mom came after us. I watched as she crept up along the side of the house.
Volume 12 Issue 1--Fall 2010