Post by Dr. Nora Blakene on Dec 14, 2008 12:49:36 GMT -5
((ooc: Notice: I am taking a stab in the dark on where this thread should go....))
Nora hated Chemo days, as she started to call them. She had decided that it would be best for now to take Carmon to the hospital for her treatment until she was a little older. It would have been hard to get the five year old to take pills or shots. When she first started doing Chemotherapy Nora would take the day off to take her. But now that they were a few months in her boss had said that she couldn't take any more days off. She understood why, she had missed more work than anyone else, but this was her daughter! So few the last few times her sister-in-law, Makaila, would take Carmon in along with her own daughters. Nora would take all her breaks and lunch at that time and go down and be with Carmon.
It was always hard to think about. Carmon was only a little girl! Why did she have only at most three years to live? That wasn't enough time. A parent should never out live their child. Carmon didn't seem to mind as much. She said that it didn't hurt and seemed like the normal five year old. She played with her cousins, mainly Cheyenne who was only a year older then her, and seemed happy. But she wasn't just a normal kid, she was brave. She seemed to act more like a 8 year old then anything.
Nora stayed right by her side as the other doctors administered the drug. On of them was telling her something. It had to be something important, but Nora wasn't really paying attention. She was looking into Carmon's ice blue eyes; the eyes she had always wanted. She was so innocent and her smile never once left her face. Nora stocked her long curly blond hair. It hadn't started to fall out yet, but they both know that it would and Nora was going to miss it.
After it was all over they went back out to the waiting room where Cheyenne was playing with the Lego and two year old Dakota was sitting on Kaila's lap. Seeing Cheyenne Carmon ran over to her still smiling "Chey!" Carmon exclaimed. "Car, look!" Then the two started to play some game with the Lego's. A small smile crossed Nora's face then she turned back to the other doctors. "Doctor Blakene." One said. Her name was Meg Sanders and the two worked together from time to time, but she knew her best when she came for Carmon's Chemo. "In a week Carmon needs to come in for some tests." More tests! She forced a smile and replied, "Okay... Make it for next week on Wednesday sometime in the afternoon..." So Cheyenne will be back from school, she thought. "...You can tell me the time later today." Dr. Sanders nodded and went back to work.
Nora turned and looked at her daughter, so care free. She looked at her watch. She still had a few minutes left of her extended break and even if she went over she was sure they wouldn't mind to much. She smiled at Kaila who understood and went back to talking to Dakota. Nora didn't move, just stood in the middle of the room watching the two kids play. She seemed very out of place still wearing her white lab coat. Her voice was sad, but yet her eyes were happy. One could tell from miles away that her kid was dieing and right now she really didn't care.
Nora hated Chemo days, as she started to call them. She had decided that it would be best for now to take Carmon to the hospital for her treatment until she was a little older. It would have been hard to get the five year old to take pills or shots. When she first started doing Chemotherapy Nora would take the day off to take her. But now that they were a few months in her boss had said that she couldn't take any more days off. She understood why, she had missed more work than anyone else, but this was her daughter! So few the last few times her sister-in-law, Makaila, would take Carmon in along with her own daughters. Nora would take all her breaks and lunch at that time and go down and be with Carmon.
It was always hard to think about. Carmon was only a little girl! Why did she have only at most three years to live? That wasn't enough time. A parent should never out live their child. Carmon didn't seem to mind as much. She said that it didn't hurt and seemed like the normal five year old. She played with her cousins, mainly Cheyenne who was only a year older then her, and seemed happy. But she wasn't just a normal kid, she was brave. She seemed to act more like a 8 year old then anything.
Nora stayed right by her side as the other doctors administered the drug. On of them was telling her something. It had to be something important, but Nora wasn't really paying attention. She was looking into Carmon's ice blue eyes; the eyes she had always wanted. She was so innocent and her smile never once left her face. Nora stocked her long curly blond hair. It hadn't started to fall out yet, but they both know that it would and Nora was going to miss it.
After it was all over they went back out to the waiting room where Cheyenne was playing with the Lego and two year old Dakota was sitting on Kaila's lap. Seeing Cheyenne Carmon ran over to her still smiling "Chey!" Carmon exclaimed. "Car, look!" Then the two started to play some game with the Lego's. A small smile crossed Nora's face then she turned back to the other doctors. "Doctor Blakene." One said. Her name was Meg Sanders and the two worked together from time to time, but she knew her best when she came for Carmon's Chemo. "In a week Carmon needs to come in for some tests." More tests! She forced a smile and replied, "Okay... Make it for next week on Wednesday sometime in the afternoon..." So Cheyenne will be back from school, she thought. "...You can tell me the time later today." Dr. Sanders nodded and went back to work.
Nora turned and looked at her daughter, so care free. She looked at her watch. She still had a few minutes left of her extended break and even if she went over she was sure they wouldn't mind to much. She smiled at Kaila who understood and went back to talking to Dakota. Nora didn't move, just stood in the middle of the room watching the two kids play. She seemed very out of place still wearing her white lab coat. Her voice was sad, but yet her eyes were happy. One could tell from miles away that her kid was dieing and right now she really didn't care.
