My sister was celebrating her fourth birthday in May. It was a beautiful day- the sun cast shadows behind us, the breeze was gentle and warm, smiles danced off people’s mouths, and laughter filled the air. We never thought anything could go wrong (Back story- I was about nine years old at the time and lived with my little sister, my mom and my dad. We had just moved into a new home). Two weeks following her birthday, Paulina got rather ill. She had bruises all over her body with no explanation, she was immobile and always tired, and she looked and felt completely drained. She had been taken to the doctors many times, only to come back with no luck.
“It’s just a virus,” they would say. “It’ll pass soon.” After a while of this we took my little sis to the emergency room. She was diagnosed with ALL in June. It was a life changing diagnosis. The family was devastated, yet little Paulina was up to fighting the fight (I’m not much of a storyteller and I’m not too great with painting emotions on paper).It was three years of chemotherapy, three years of trying to stay germ free, three years of hospital visits, doctors, nurses, her being sick, me trying to fit in and find my way alone, and my parents always with Pau.
Family came to take me places and give me love. My father was working all day (he’s a doctor) and my mom was with my sister. Some people don’t think it takes a toll on the siblings, but it does. My grades slipped and I felt lonely sometimes. But I was always at her side. When she needed something, I was there. People at school helped me out, as well as my family. Everyone was so supportive (thanks so much). And after three years, we became close-knit with all the other patients and their families. We became involved and we became closer as a family. My sister has been in remission for about half a decade (probably more). We are all very proud of her. I am proud of her. I will forever be a proud supporter.
The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.
This story is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.