You're My Gravity.

The last few days, I've been sick as hell. My stomach always hurt as I've spent my days in bed, letting down so many customers.
“Mommy, will you be okay?” Alex asks as he holds my cold hand. I nod and he smiles, places a kiss on my forehead and goes back to his sisters and cousins.
“They're worried. “ Ben says as he walks inside my room, with a bowl of soup. He closes the door behind him and walks towards me. “Does Michael know?” I nod and sit up, so I can eat my soul.
“I haven't completely accepted it.” I've been healthy all my life, but having a family history of colon cancer was the worst for me. I take a sip of soup, and I get a wave of nausea. I swing my legs to the side to run to the restroom, but ended up not among it, and vomit on the floor. I cry as Ben calls for Willow. “It's okay.” He says, but I shake my head. If wasn't okay. I was dying. I shake and I throw up again and again. Every gag was a vomit and a cry. I screamed for Mike, not fully remembering that my rock wasn't here with me. After what felt like hours, my throat burned and I lay back in the bed. Willow gives me the medicine and I close my eyes, wishing I wasn't going through this pain.

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I slide on a jean jacket and Danielle grabs our bags.
“ You got this.” she says. I shrug. Today was my surgery, then after a week, I'll be starting my chemo and radiation treatment. Mike had called in to see what time it was and to wish me luck and protection. I still wish he was here with me, waiting for me after the surgery, but that wasn't possible. He was hundreds of miles away from me. We arrive at the hospital and my hands along with my legs start to tremble. Willow squeezes my shoulder as Danielle gets out of the driver seat. I walk out, my eyes fixed on the big H on the tall building. My mind starts to play the worst scenarios, and I shake my head, trying to keep it positive. I shiver, as the cool air hits my bare neck. I walk to the nurse and said my reason for my stop here. She asked for basic information, puts on a hospital bracelet on my left arm and tells me to sit down. I take seat next to Willow, and I feel like a child, visiting the doctors for the first time.
“I hate hospitals. “ I whisper. Sure, I've given birth twice, but this was different
“You'll be fine.” Danielle repeats over and over, squeezing my knee for reassurance.
“Sandra Fuentes,” I stand up, and Willow does too. She gives me her blessing, a kiss on the cheek. And I follow the doctor to the back.

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Song inspiration: The Background music of Twenty Eight by The Weeknd. It has a sad tune to it, so it gave sad support.