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It was the beginning of my senior year of high school and I had a band competition for the first Tuesday in September in Gulfport. However, as a spur of the moment decision, I walked into hell that week. I found out my little nine-year-old cousin Cameron had cancer that Friday. I expected to be calm for his momma but it didn’t turn out that way, but when Friday came, they handed me a list of the possible cancers he had, and told me to return in one week when I felt like I can be around him without crying. One week later, the cancer had spread and became very aggressive. My job was to keep his mind off of it and to keep him smiling, and wait on them to bring him drinks, meals, and desserts. Beyond just waiting on people, I also had side work to complete every night to keep my grades up and my homework done. I hoped that through this job I would learn time management, as well as people skills, and of course my time with my cousin. It was helpful because I started to understand the full value of family and strong relationships. While with my cousin in the hospital, I honestly think people underestimate what it takes to be a nurse or doctor because you have to be strong with that person and you grow a relationship with your patient but to only see them wither away. I would come home and just cry my eyes out because it hurt me to see him like that. My sister would always say she did not know how I did it. Although at times I wanted to quit, I could not.
When I was younger, we used to go to Sea World for my birthday. It was weird for me at first because this was the one year we missed going there. After walking through two old doors, to get to his room, you could hear my aunt’s sobs and prayers from the room in the halls of the hospital, which turned into a huge prayer circle full of doctors and nurses and other patients, followed by my Pastor, and so on. Cameron’s room was painted a vivid shade of lime green and it brought up many interesting stories for some odd reason, I feel like the colors was the just a soothing and calming color. The top of the walls was lined with baskets and there were always seasonal decorations that gave off the feeling of being in your own home. On weekend mornings, I would walk in and be greeted by the smell of medicine and the breakfast buffet in the lounge. I could never figure out what Cameron’s room smelled like because there was no other smell like it.
It was the first Saturday morning in August, and the hospital was busy with laughter, phone calls, and coffee machines trying to keep up with the demand. It was my last day of vacation before band camp and I was so exhausted that my eyes barely stayed open. As I was standing in the room my cousin was laying in the hospital and he told me to come here, as I walked towards him I felt something weird but joy but at the same time bad. When I got closer he whispered to me “I cannot fight anymore, I’m tired Wasani…… I cannot find the strength to go on”. I broke down and walk out because I didn’t have anything to say. All I can do was pray about It at that very moment.
A year later my now ten-year-old cousin Cameron is cancer free and just recently got his port in his heart taken out and he can play like a normal child now and do everything he use to before the devil tried to take him out.