As she layed in the hospital bed, a ball of sadness and fear clogged my throat. She looked so helpless, so sad and sick. i wanted to do something to help, but there really wasnt anything i could do except wait, to sit by her side and hope. May was a fighter and i believed she would make it through this. She had just been diagnosed with cancer, the doctors were still working on how far it had spread through her body and wheather its removable. This isnt the way an 11 year old should die. My poor daughter, i wish there was something i could do to help more. She looked so peaceful when she slept, her honey-brown hair, framing that beautiful face and those hazel eyes. She was an amazing young girl.

"Um, excuse me Mr. Stephen" i turned around to find a doctor standing behind me. He wore blue rimmed glasses and held a grey clipboard with a bundle of paper stuck to it. "Yes doctor" i replied with a croaky voice. My throat was dry from not having enough water. "Do you have a minute?" something in the doctor's voice didnt sound so convincing, but i followed him out into the hallway and closed the door to May's room. "Yes" i said impaciently. "Ah, yes, well we have found the cancer" he started to say until i interupted him. "well thats good isnt it? you can treat it now cant you?" The doctor stood there looking at me through his glasses with worry. "um, im sorry to say that its not all good news i have" he fumbled throught a few of the paperwork and continued to speak. "we believe the cancer has spread from her back to her brain. Im sorry, there isnt anything else more we can do" The shock from this terrible news rang loudly in my ears. i wasnt sure what to do, wheather to cry, scream, run or die. My poor little girl was dieing and there wasnt anything i could do. Falling to my knees, i felt as if the devil himself had just ripped my soul and all my happiness and hope from my body. Everything around me spun like i was on a merry-go-round that kept spinning faster and faster.

My stomach felt sick and my head felt as if i had been hit my a train. I tried to stand but fell straight back to the ground again. "are you ok sir?" The doctor helped me to my feet and i looked at him with fearful eyes. "you think im ok? after the news you just gave me about my daughter? she is going to die! my little baby girl is going to die! and your asking me if im ok?!" i yelled at him with anger. I was so sad, so angry, i just wanted to die myself. I managed to hobble over to May's door with the doctor's help. "do you need anything sir?" he asked helping me into a chair placed beside May's bed. "i just need to be alone right now" i looked over at May on her bed. She was such a beautiful young girl, it was so hard to believe that something so bad could happen to her so quickly. It just didnt seem fair. A click noise broke my train of thoughts and then i had noticed the doctor had left the room. Now alone with May i looked back around to her pale face. Gently i grabbed her hand and tried to think of how i was going to tell her the bad news. The ball of sadness and fear struck my throat again, and water started to gather in my eyes. It was going to be hard, and i knew she was going to cry, but she had to know. I layed my head on her soft, delecate hand and cried. It seemed like i cried for hours until i finally fell into a deep but disturbed sleep.

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