Nothing last forever

Submitted into Contest #89 in response to: Write a story that spans a month during which everything changes.... view prompt



*A true story in my life- please read it would mean the world to me*

JANUARY: It was a cloudy spring day in Connecticut, but it wasn’t a nice day for 

everyone. My sister Temi lies in the hospital with stage four cancer. 

She was only diagnosed today and was struggling for her life at the age of four. 

I wanted to help her, but I was only ten. I didn’t want this to be one of the days where

I set up a go fund me, or set up a walk-a-thon for her. I wanted her to live. 

I watched her breathe through a tiny tube, within her little body.

My heart melted just seeing her struggle to open her eyes. 

I cried by her bed and told her I needed her. 

But I wasn’t sure that she could hear me. 

Suddenly, the doctors pushed me out of the room, and a rapid beep filled the room. 

She was crowded by several doctors.

My mother took my hand and dragged me away. 

I wanted to fight through them, but I was too weak. 

She would fight, I know she would. Because I needed to be there for her. 

I slept on my mom’s lap that night, in a hospital chair. I couldn’t help the tears that 

were rolling down my eyes. Why couldn’t there be a cure? Instead, a medicine that 

Eats the life out of her. I wish I would be able to take the doctors place and treat her 

myself. My mom told me that it was going to be ok, and something inside me 

believed her.

FEBRUARY: She begins to get stronger, and she can open her eyes. The doctors 

put her in a wheelchair, and I wheeled it outside so she can breathe the fresh air. 

Instead of seeing a girl smiling, and being the child, I wish she was, I saw a girl

struggling to breathe. I told her she was going to be ok, but I wasn’t able to promise

her. She apologizes, but I tell her she has nothing to be sorry for. I was happy she had 

enough energy to talk. We laughed and we cried, and I wish this feeling would be able 

To last forever. But I knew I was losing her, and she knew it too. My mother holds 

her in her arms and says, “if this is too much for you, you can give up. I don’t want 

You too, but don’t fight if it hurts too much.” She says in tears.  

All I was able to see was a small girl in shock at the pain she felt in her body. 

MARCH: She is allowed to finally come home with us. I was so happy to have her 

back home, and I know I had to spend every last minute with her. 

I never let her out of my sight for a single second, and she questioned why I cried 

When we were having fun playing outside together. 

The words were unable to flee my mouth. I was scared of losing her. 

APRIL: My mom took us to the park today. I went on the swing with her, and we 

Laughed side by side. Back and forth, we were having the time of our

Life. We spotted a dog from the corner of our eye, and we let the dog jump on 

Us. The dog was heavy and stomped on her chest. She was unable to breathe. 

MAY: Temi is once again in the hospital, and I feared this day would revisit me. 

She burst into tears feeling hopeless. The doctors use their instruments and dug into 

Her. I was traumatized looking at her being torn apart, like a ripped stuffed animal. 

I yell at the doctor and tug at his shirt to demand him to stop. He yells at my mother

To take me away, and she does. He explains that he needed to take cancer out. 

I walk up to the doctor after a month of seeing my sister dying. 

“What are the odds someone lives with stage four cancer?” I ask 

“This is the most aggressive cancer, she has brain cancer. The survival rate is less 

than 8%” The doctor explains. 

I walk back to my mother and stare at the wall fearing the worst. She asks me what's wrong, but I stay silent. 

JUNE: We meet another family with a girl Temi’s age, who is also struggling from 

cancer. Her bed was right next to my sister’s. The girl was being treated for lung

cancer. The doctor explains that she is on a list for a lung transplant. 

Temi became friends with the girl immediately but was becoming less alive as the 

days pass. All I was able to tell her was “stay with me, I need you.” My mom talks to 

The parents of the other girls, and explains that she had stage four lung cancer. 

JULY: Temi and the girl talk with little to no voices. They whisper and tell each other what they would do if they had more time to live. They dream of things that they think they will never be able to experience. My heart melts when my sister says, “the one thing I want to do is be a doctor with my sister, and find a cure for cancer, but I don’t know if my sister wants to be a doctor.” I ran into the room and cried to her. “I want to be a doctor!” I explained. “But I can’t if you don’t get better.”

My sister falls asleep with a smile on her face, and I hold her tiny hand. 

AUGUST: The doctor comes into the parents of the girl that needs a lung transplant. 

They tell her by the time they find a match it would already be too late. The parents cry in horror, and their crying makes me cry too.

I wanted to say “What about my sister? Will she be ok?” However, I already knew the answer.

The doctors come to my mother, and it was our turn for the bad news. 

“We think your daughter has a chance.” They say to my mother. We found ourselves 

Crying tears of joy. We were filled with hope, and we started writing down all of the things that we were going to do with her. This would finally be a thing of the past. 

The doctor said she would need to be in the hospital for four more months, and then she would be free to go. At least now, we had something to look forward to. My heart would still be broken for the family sitting next to me. “May I see if I am a candidate for a lung transplant? I would like to offer one of mine to her.” I said. 

“We will start with your test right away.” The doctor said. 

SEPTEMBER: It seems as though my blood type was the same as hers, and I was 

ready to give her one of my lungs. They asked me once more if I was sure I wanted to do this, and I told them they helped my sister, and I wanted to do something back. 

They laid me down, and I was only half awake. I wasn’t able to feel anything, but with blurry vision, I was able to see my lung being taken from my body. With a small sound of a plop, it fell in a silver dish.

I wanted this girl to be my sister's friend, and if it meant giving her one of my lungs I was more than ready to take that chance. The rest of the night was a blur, and I fell asleep in a matter of five minutes. 

OCTOBER: When I woke up and turned my body, hoping to see my sister in the bed next to me, she wasn’t there. Instead, I saw the girl with the lung transplant jumping on her bed and laughing with her mom playing with her. Her mother caught me staring at them, and smiled. “Thank you so much for saving her, you did something she will never forget.” I was so happy to see the girl so excited, but I still needed to know where my sister was.

“Do you happen to know where Temi is?” I asked politely. The mother just stared at 

me, and looked down at the floor.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked. She continued to act like she couldn’t 

hear me, and that’s when I knew something was wrong. 

NOVEMBER: The parents of the girl with the lung transplant hugged me, and left the doors to the hospital. The doctors were working on my sister once more, and suddenly I figured the doctor was lying. She wasn’t going to be ok. Thoughts swirled in my head and I once again began fearing the worst. Why had the doctor told me she had a chance when it seemed to be the opposite? Suddenly they let Temi rest and walked over to my mother with a clipboard in their hand. 

DECEMBER: We did everything we could, is what the doctor said. 

“It seems there is a decision you are going to have to make.” 

“Is my daughter alive or not?” My mother demanded. 

“Your daughter is ok, but we need to perform one more surgery and we need your

permission to do so. Cancer inside her is so small, and her brain is developing 

more every month. We can get cancer, but not without it damaging the 

brain. If we perform this surgery, she won’t be able to talk, move, or eat on her own. 

She won’t be able to think properly, she will be disabled. It’s your call, but even if we do perform this surgery, she may still not live.”

“You mean, she won’t be able to ever talk to me again?”

“I am afraid not.” The doctor said. 

My mom burst into tears, and we knew that she wouldn’t be happy ever again, even 

if we were to keep her alive. 

“May I talk to her one last time?” I asked. 

“Sure thing.” The doctor said. 

I walk into the hospital room, and she smiles when she sees my face. 

“Temi, I promise I will become a doctor, I will be a doctor for you.”

“We can be a doctor together.” She struggled to say. 

“I am afraid we can’t do that. I am sorry Temi.”

“Am I going to heaven?” She asked. 

“Yes, and I will meet you there someday, I promise.”

“I’ll wait for you, every day.”

“I love you,” I said, bursting into tears.

“I love you too.” Were her final words. 


My mother rushes over to me and holds me in her arms. My life was never going to be the same, but I knew she fought the best she could. She didn’t die before me, but she finished the race of life and is waiting for me to catch up. 

April 11, 2021 23:41

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12:16 Apr 13, 2021

This story is so heartbreaking, and I am so sorry for your loss. It was beautifully written. The last few lines made me tear up. Making the sacrifice to donate one of your lungs to your sister’s friend- just wow. I have so much respect for people who are willing to do something so important and significant for another. I admire your courage. My friend went through something similar a few years ago with her younger sister, and I really feel for you and your family.


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15:23 Apr 12, 2021

Absolutely heartbreaking... As a mother, it's so hard for me to hear about children wasting away. Reading the point of view from an older brother was another perspective that I think I needed to hear. So sad, but incredibly well written...


Rose Quartz
15:31 Apr 12, 2021

thank you so much


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I am so sorry for your loss, it was so brave of you to share this story of you and your sister! I want you to know that I am praying for you.


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John K Adams
18:36 Apr 15, 2021

You write well and from the heart. My brother died from brain cancer. A very different story from yours and your sister's, but your story brought it all back. In a good way. I look forward to reading more of your stories.


Rose Quartz
19:09 Apr 15, 2021

I'm sorry to hear that, I am here to talk whenever you want :))


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A.G. Looney
02:55 Apr 13, 2021

This was so sad! I’m so sorry for you loss, it breaks my heart as well to see or hear things like this that happen. I would say I enjoyed this story, but I didn’t necessarily enjoy it in the way I normally do. It got to me, it stirred my emotions, I could almost understand how you feel. I continued reading because I wanted to know. I think your use of language was fantastic also, and that you are an amazing author! Thank you for the like, it is truly appreciated. And thank you for sharing this story to help me understand.


Rose Quartz
15:52 Apr 13, 2021

thank you so much for caring to read! you are an amazing writer too!


A.G. Looney
15:56 Apr 13, 2021

Thank you so much! It is truly appreciated, as I’ve said before. Btw, I think it’s really funny that everyone has read the second silverwing, but not the first! It’s so funny, lol. Do you have any idea about that?


Rose Quartz
15:59 Apr 13, 2021

i- no i don't lol! The second one was better than the first, but I shall read the first one too lol


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Rose Quartz
16:00 Apr 13, 2021

also i love your username! it reminds me of cosmo class- i took a class in highschool called cosmos and we learned about nebula's


A.G. Looney
16:21 Apr 13, 2021

Lol, yeah. Well, it’s actually the name of a marvel character too, that’s why my name is that. But, I did know that nebulas were a cosmic thing, though I don’t know much about them, lol.


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11:51 Apr 12, 2021

Filled to the brim with metaphors. So many poetic vibes, but it felt grounded the entire time. I still love the lines "Temi and the girl talk with little to no voices. They whisper and tell each other what they would do if they had more time to live."


Rose Quartz
15:32 Apr 12, 2021

thank you so much for your feedback


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