Here it is the thrilling conclusion of whats wrong with Miranda!
I sat there, my head in my hands, praying. I've never been so scared in my life! My hands became soaked with my tears as I waited outside of Miranda's room.
"Angela!" I heard Gina's voice as she and Gordy rushed to me. I wiped some tears with the back of my hand, looking towards them.
"Angela…what happened to Miranda?" Gordy asked worryingly as I sniffed.
"I don't know…" I began, "I don't know. One minute she's fine and the next…she's coughing up blood." I looked up to the sound of sneakers running towards us. Johnny…
He stopped when he reached us, panting. I could also see tears in his eyes.
"Gina told me…Miranda was in the hospital." He looked up to see tears in my eyes as more tears fell from his eyes.
"I don't know what's wrong…" I whispered, "I don't know what's wrong."
It took at least three hours until a nurse walked out of the room, a sad smile on her face.
"Miss Anaconda?" she asked as I walked to her.
"Yes?"
"Miranda's semi-okay…"
"What do you mean semi?" The nurse sighed.
"Your daughter has cystic fibrosis…a disease that can recreate in the lungs, and digestive track. Your daughter has it in her lungs."
Time stopped as I collapsed on my knees. My baby was sick and I couldn't do anything about it.
"There is an option…" the nurse said as I looked up.
"We can give her a lung transplant. Or we can give her medicine for the rest of her life. It's your choice." I looked down, so there was a smudge of hope.
"I'll ask my parents." I began, "But I will ask questions…"
"That's fine." The nurse said, "You can see your daughter." I smiled walking into her room along with Gina, Gordy, and Johnny.
She had an oxygen mask around her face, but she was conscious, she looked over at me with tears in her eyes. I gave her my hand to hold.
"Mommy I scared." She said as I began to tear a little.
"I am too, baby. Everything will be okay." I re-insured her, and I prayed everything would be okay.
Will Miranda be okay? Find out!
