AS part of a recent DonateLife writing competition, Madison Goss (12) penned a short story based on her battle with cancer at age two. She wrote it from the perspective of a mother reflecting on her sick daughter ‘Lexi’.
We live at the hospital.
Poor Lexi actually thinks it’s her home.
Dr Stevens says she is too sick and weak to leave.
Our eyes are fixed on that pager.
My hands are sweating from gripping it too firmly.
I’m waiting until it notifies us; waiting for someone’s family to decide to save our two-year-old’s life.
Lying in the hospital bed, Lexi watches SpongeBob while the Stage IV cancer eats away her tiny liver. We know she doesn’t have much longer.
Our porcelain hearts will shatter.
We will feel the broken pieces piercing through our chest if she leaves us.
Writing poems helps me through my pain. Today, I write:
“Day after day, tear after tear, we are losing our hope and gaining more fear. Lexi is getting weaker.
“All of our happiness is fading.
“She no longer smiles. I’m so tired of waiting.
“We have been waiting too long.
“I haven’t been feeling very strong. Will anyone come to save the day? It seems like nothing will happen anyway.”
Just as I write the very last sentence, I hear an unexpected buzzing sound that is familiar.
Lexi glances at the pager and then she looks back at me.
“Mummy. Mummy, why is it doing that? I want to hold it,” she painfully grins.
Dr Stevens arrives and says, “Lexi, you are going to feel much better soon. I promise.”
She is about to go into a long surgery.
Someone has chosen to donate the organs of their loved one to save another.
We are greatly saddened that a family lost a precious person in their lives, but they are our true heroes.