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Aunt Tammy

I remember the day that I found out that my aunt Tammy had stomach cancer. My dad had just got of the phone with my uncle John, tears were rolling down his cheeks.

After he pulled it back together he told me about it. I was in shocked, my aunt had cancer. I didnt understand how could she have cancer she was one of the most healthiest people I knew. I put that all aside I just kept saying to my self that she was going to be alright.

We went to their house to see her she was doing fine, but instead of resting she was looking in health books to see what she could do to get better and fight the cancer. A couple months later after she went to the doctors she found out that she had almost beat the cancer.

Everyone was so happy to hear it especially my cousin, her son Tony who was serving in Iraq. After a couple months it got worse again. She was in the hospital for almost two months, we went and visited her a lot.

The doctors gave her the choice of taking having chemotherapy or just living it out. If she choose the chemo she would live two more years, but if she didnt she would only have two or three months. She choose not to take the chemo though. Everybody tried to have her change her mind but she didnt.

But to put a brighter side on things Tony came back from Iraq and didnt have to go back. It turns out that chemotherapy may help you live longer, but while you do live longer your in more pain. She didnt want to live in pain, she would rather be with God than being in pain.

It got harder to go see her, she weighed about 65 pounds maybe less. She was so pale and, not only was it hard to go see her but seeing my uncle he was in more pain than anybody else. She didnt want to be in the hospital she wanted to spend her last couple weeks at home with her family.

So they sent her home, my dad cooked dinner for them all the time and we would go eat there. Then one day I went ice skating with my best friend Mallory and my dad stayed at the ice rink with us. I was having the time of my life we had so much fun.

It turned out that while we were gone every one tried to get a hold of us. As soon as we walked in the door the phone rang it was my grandma she was on her way to my uncles house. I walked out of the bathroom and saw my dad crying standing by the sink, I asked him what was wrong it took him a while to say it. My aunt died.

My dad hurried and called my uncle, who asked if I wouldn't come. He didnt want me to see her like that, she weighed about 20 pounds probably less. I respected that he didnt want me to go and just remembered how she was before. When she use to take me to school and always be late, or how we would always go to Wal-Mart and she would buy caramel candies and mints.

My dad hurried and left I didnt know what to do I was crying so much and couldn't stop. I needed someone to talk to or to hug. I called my best friend Mallory and told her what happened. She could relate to me, her aunt just died a couple moths before this happened and I was the one she called first.

I talked to her for almost an hour. After I got off the phone I curled up in a ball on my bed. I took out one of my photo albums that was full of pictures of us. I wondered why God choose her, and not another person. Or at least another day, the saddest part was that she died on my uncles birthday.

It was like she wanted to stay and be there for his birthday. But yet she wanted to stop hurting and it hurt him to see him in so much pain. So it was kind of like two presents for him her being there, and not seeing her hurt anymore.

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