In Memory...In Memory...4 years ago in Leukemia & Lymphoma More Like This
She was 14 when she was taken away
Her youngest sister being only half her age,
She wouldn't remember her smiling face
It was only five days after her father's birthday
The day three girls lost a sister
A mother out lived her second daughter
A father was plunged in grief and mourning
Family would wonder who she was
She was just another lost victim of a chronic problem
Another young child who never really lived
How many more lives will this dreaded disease claim?
Will what killed this young girl ever meet its own demise?
Today I write, to cure Leukemia
The disease they stole my aunt from me
Before we could ever meet.
Jean Ross Wirth
March 12, 1954 July 25, 1968
Sara BethI sat with my eyes closed, lips sealed. No sounds surrounded me, other than the sounds of music blasting in my ears. It was peaceful and calming, something I hadn't had in a while, but that's ok. I felt a hand stroking my cheek, and a slight smile rested on my face. The hand moved down to my neck, finally resting there, as I opened my eyes to see the white room, and white bed sheets that had now become my life. I turned my head to watch him watch me, a slight frown gracing his lips.Sara Beth4 years ago in Leukemia & Lymphoma More Like This
I pull my headphones out, knowing that he had something to tell me, just not sure what it was, and not sure if I wanted to hear it. I hadn't seen him frown since the day I found out almost four years ago. Found out that I might not make it, and they put me on the therapy they thought would help.
"What is it, Kell?" I asked, leaning my bald head against his chest, since there was little room to the bed.
"The surgery didn't work." He stated, his frown deepening, and his hand going to pet my head. I