Miracle
It was Monday morning, great. I did my usual morning routine get up run to bathroom, puke in the toilet, tie up my hair and fall back asleep.
I can't say I loved it, because I didn't. More annoying than anything, really.
"Hazel, honey, come eat breakfast," My mu m yelled out the same thing every single day.
"I'm not hungry!" I yell back from the second floor.
2 days later
I open my eyes, slowly and then all at once.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
What happened? I'm attached to machines again. Cords coming out from basically every part of my body.
"Mum?"
"Sweetie, you're okay,"
"Okay, back up, what happened?"
"Umm, you uhh.. sorta fainted,"
"Oh geez"
Just then Dr. Maria walks in.
"Hazel, lovely to see you again," she says as I'm not here every week, "I have some news for you,"
I sigh. Great. News, usually more cancer! You're gonna die soon! Or my favourite 'we can only wait and see'
"The first bit of news I have is you are officially NEC,"
What the hell.
"The second bit of news I have is… You're pregnant,"
My reaction, instinctively is, "Call GUS NOW,"