All that you deserve

Meeting

Katlyn 

 It’s been a year since I have left my whole life behind and took on a journey that I had no idea the outcome of, but to say it is hard is an understatement. With school and work I probably had time to sleep. My social life was nonexistent, I only interact with the patients and workers at the private hospital I am currently a medical assistant at, the customer at the diner I work at every other weekend, and my professors. And all because I had to. I spent my birthday, Christmas, and thanksgiving working or crying in my apartment.. This was the longest I have ever been alone without my family.

Kev calls me when he can to check up on me and to give me words of encouragement, but I have yet to hear from my dad,mom or sister. I was expecting them to reach out, but I was hoping. A hope that dies at the end of every day when my phone doesn't ring and a message doesn't wait to be read at the end of work or my lectures. 

Apart from having no friends and abandon by the people that met the world to me, I excelled in my academics and I already decided what I wanted to focus on, oncology, it was a revelation I came to while working with the sweetest old lady with stage two breast cancer. She was so happy I wanted to ensure that a happiness like that did not leave the world;until I became a doctor I couldn’t help with treatment but I could help in her mission to beat cancer;which she eventually did, but not after a rough journey.

“Mccloud did you code the files for room 12?” My supervisor asked me to drag myself from my own thoughts.

“I am almost finished… let's see I just need proof of insurance…” I replied not taking my eyes off the screen.

“The doctor just finished seeing the patient and you can go get it.”she replied 

I nodded yes and walked towards room twelve. I knocked on the door and the most melodic voice told me to come in. I entered and was greeted with the warmest smile. A smile that told me that she was a mother,  a strong woman, and a fearless protector. I was captivated by her presence. I didn’t realize I was standing there reading here asserting her until she said, “ hi, aren’t you a beauty?”

I blushed and reached to tuck my non-existent hair behind my ears, I cleared my throat and replied weakly, “ thank you… I work at the front desk. I was just finishing your paperwork. I just need proof of insurance.”

“Oh right let me grab it from my bag.” She started to get up off the bed. I stopped her telling her I would grab her bag for her. I hand her bag to her. She looked through it coming up with her insurance card and ID. I took it and told her I will be right back with it after I am finished inputting her information. As I was about to take the card back to Ms.Webber, my supervisor reminded me it was time to go.I logged out my computer system told her bye and headed towards room 12. 

“How could you not tell me!?” I heard a firm strong voice say softly. 

Whoever voice that was sent shivers rolling down my spine and fear barreling towards my heart. Because whoever voice that was could mend my broken heart and destroy it to a point of no recognition. I hesitated at the door, too scared yet too excited to enter and before I knew it I walked into everything I deserved. 

Jamison 

When I woke up this morning the last place I thought I would be standing in a hospital look at my mother laying on a hospital bed, but when she didn’t call to check up on me I knew some was wrong and when I drive by her house after work and her housekeeper couldn’t look me in the eyes I know something tremble was wrong. So, I demand her to tell me everything threatening her job and she sings like a caged bird. When she mentioned my mother's name and ambulance in the same sentence I lost it. I yelled at her before running to my car and speed at a deadly rate to the hospital. Now here I am trying not to yell at my mother for not calling and letting me know she was sick.

“How could you not tell me!?” I said for the thousandth time since the doctor explained to me everything that was going on. 

My mother sighed and looked at me calmly stating that she know she would be fine and did want to bother cause i'm a busy man. I felt something cut deep in my heart, was it unapproachable to my own mother that she wouldn’t tell me that she was sick. Did I not make time for her? Did I not show her that I love and appreciate her more than anything in this world? I kept on punishing myself with questions that cause my heart to sink and tears to reach my eyes.

“Stop!,” I heard my mom say  sweetly but firmly. I look up at her with a hint  of  doubt in my eyes. She continued, “ you are the best son a mother could ask for. You are my everything and I know I am yours. I know you love me son and dumpling am the luckiest woman in the world cause God gave me you.”  I smiled and walked over to kiss her forehead when there was a quiet knock on the door. Irritated that someone is disturbing us I stuffed out a rough “come in” with my back turned to the door. Whoever it is walked in silently and the tantalizing smell of mango and sunshine hit my nose causing me to stiffen. My mom looked at me with questioning knowing eyes, but I was too hypnotized by the presence of a faceless dream to respond, and when she spoke I knew …. I knew that this faceless person was my future.

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