Recalled To Life novel Chapter 9

Mom worked hard for our upkeep and hardly went out for fun.

The explanation I got was that she was finding it hard to get older; I laughed in her face, "What's wrong with you? You are barely forty; what will you do when you are sixty? Will you go to a nursing home?"

Mom did not answer me. She suffered greatly from any grey hair or small wrinkle that appeared on her forehead. Mother wanted to be young forever, as she was used to everyone appreciating her beauty and men turning their heads towards her with admiration.

Letters started coming in from the bank; at first, there were some warning letters, we had the electricity cut off for a week, then letters began coming in from law firms, and Mom got more and more depressed. She lost a lot of weight, smoked incessantly, complained of constant headaches, and started vomiting after everything she put in her mouth.

I accompanied her to a doctor who immediately referred her to the hospital, where they began to do general tests after she was admitted.

I took the bus home, had no head for classes, and lay for hours staring at the ceiling, thinking about my future and mother's illness.

In the morning, I got up early, ate a mashed banana in yogurt, and ran to the bus stop that took me straight to the hospital.

Dr. Bonini was very kind, reminded me a little of Dad. He had a shiny bald egg-formed head, and his trouser belt was tight over his slightly prominent belly. "Sit down, girl; how old are you?" He asked in a fatherly voice. "Fourteen," I replied, though I was two months short.

"Mother is very ill; she has a malignant tumor in her stomach with metastasis in one lung. We can remove it and radiate, but we do not know if this will eliminate all the cancer. She came a little too late."

"How much time does she have left to live?" I asked, tears streaming down my face without me being able to stop them.

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