You have to be strong

She's going to die, they said. There was nothing they could do about it. They had already done everything:  radiotherapie, chimiotherapie, operations. Nevertheless nothing helped. She was dying, but no one was conformed to it. This news put them down, but there was still an inkling of hope, they kept holding on. The family continued visiting her as if nothing was schedueled as if she was only going to have holidays and would return. Although he knew this wouldn't go on forever. He realized it before anybody. He cried in his room, so he couldn't be heard. He didn't want to transmit his pessimistic thoughts. His mother and brother were already affected. You only had to talk about cancer and they started to cry. He imagined being prepared for the news...
The phone rang. It was his mother. She was crying out of control. It had happened. Instantly he left school, took the bus and ran to the hospital. He wanted to see his aunt before her last ride. He had to see the corpse that once was full of life. He entered in the elevator; fifth floor. The door opened, he had to go to the far end of the passage. He could hear his mother crying, his cousin yelling, he felt the misery that had invaded his family. HE went to the room where she had spent the rest of her life. At that precise momet, the tears leaked. Her blue eyes were staring at a better future without suffering. Her mouth was open as if she was going to take leaves from the family with her warm voice. As he touched her, he felt the heat. Suddenly the long of shaking her, took the young adult. He knew it wouldn't happen, but why? He colsed her eyes and her mouth and let her undertaking her last ride. She was ready, harmonious and released. It was her time. He was angry not with her, but with himself. He thought he was ready to get through, but he wasn't. His will was to pour out all the water of his body, to yell, to do anything to make her come back, but he couldn't. He analysed her body. This time he touched her stomach. He gave a jump, it was cold. He continued, he let his hands touch the kidneys. This time, it wasn't the coldness which frightnened him, but the hemorragie. The right kidney had doubled and the skin was becoming blue. There was the reason of her death. A cancer never kills.Only then he noticed the smell, the smell of death. He had never thought he would be confronted to such a grief. He didn't nearly imagine how a lost could hurt. It didn't matter what he felt. He had to tobe strong. His mother was crying on the hallway holding the little motherless in her arms. His brother was sitting on the floor jiggling as on trance. For the first time he had to act like an adult and show the way. It was itching him seeing his family in such a state. The only thing he could do was supporting them withouth taking care of his feelings. He was strong, some day he would heal....

For everybody who has lost someone in the battle against cancer, be strong, some day will take revenge.