Luckily, the chances for a cure are very good with leukemia. With treatment, most children with leukemia are free of the disease without it coming back
I dont know how long its been since the day you passed away, or the date of your death. I dont know how old you would have been today, I cant even remember the date of your birthday, and Im too scared to ask. We dont talk about it, when we do, there is a sorrowful silence that follows your name. I wish we would have met, I know we grew up together, because I know your with me, sitting by my side as I write this. We dont have any physical memories, but that doesnt change the fact that you are my sister, and I love you. I love you even if we didnt have the same last name, even though you passed away before I was born. I love you because you are watching me, you are protecting me, and we share the same blood.
It was 8 days before you came to the United States to receive treatment, just 8 days. Your hair had already fallen out and the kids at school teased you. You wore hats and smiles, your skin was bloated because of the medication, and your cheeks buldged. Your eyes were still bright though, I admire that.
I admire you, because you are still with me.
Your symptoms began to complicate, and you were shaking, a heavy fever came to you that night. You shook, so cold in our mothers arms. You passed away that day, the day we dont talk about, the day I cant remember, but I want to forget. You were only a couple years old, 6 or 7 possibly 8, you still had so much more living to do. I miss you, I wish I had met you.
I hate myself so much, for not knowing, not remembering, for filling the air with silence after your name is spoken. I wish you were here, and I wish you were apart of the lucky group of children that survive through simple chemo. You are my sister, and you are my friend. I love you, and I know your standing beside me.
I know you're linking hands with us too.
Laura, Paola, Ana, you.
Luisa Fernanda..i love you
