Tuesday, July 6, 2020

3:14 PM

You're probably wondering why I am missing six days worth of diary entries. Hehe, funny thing (not really funny though), but since my last entry, where I complained of a stomach ache, I went to the hospital and have been here since. I asked Daddy to bring my diary over so I could write in it.

I don't remember much of what happened this week, since I've been drugged up. Oh, and another thing. they found a new tumor on my stomach, and I was rushed to the emergency room for surgery. Scary, but I didn't even feel a thing! I'm glad they found it quickly, and removed it safely! Also, I have a newfound gratitude for my body. I always hated feeling pain, but if I hadn't felt anything, no one would have known something far worse was wrong, and we stopped it before it become far far from worse. If I could, I would thank my body and it's defense system for warning me - us.

I had a few visitors too. Lili was the first to stop by. She was really worried about me when she heard, and I remember seeing her teary eyed with a grateful smile so clearly. Mr. Awesome and his brother came, and Mr. and Mrs. Edelstein also came by to see me. The doctors have to watch me for a little while, so I'll be staying here a little longer.

I made a new friend at the hospital too. You know how in hospitals you sometimes share a room with someone else? Well, I'm sharing a room with a man who was being treated for cance. His name is Mr. Braginsky, and he's very nice. But it seems like everyone is trying to avoid him. Sure, he does look a little scary, but everyone acted like he would bite if they got too close. The only people who ever came to visit him were his two sisters. His older sister is very nice, and she talks to me sometimes too. His little sister, on the other hand, well, let's say I tried talking to her but couldn't make it through a sentence. Now that is a person who is scary. Not Mr. Braginsky.

One night, after all of my visitors left, Mr. Braginsky told me that I should be grateful, and that I should keep all these people very close to me. He told me that these are the memories, the memories of my friends and family, that I would look back on when I'm older and smile. He said I should treasure this, and he hopes that I get better. I told him he was very nice, and that I hoped he could get better and we could be best friends too. he chuckled sadly and told me he was a lost cause, and that he was bound to die sooner or later. It made me a bit sad to hear that. He told me that he was past his time, and was going to have an overdue death. He only sticks around so that his sisters can bid their final farewell before he leaves. I thought that it was nice of him to be thinking of his sisters like that. One of these days, I'll get the guts to ask him why it would be an overdue death. That has been bugging me ever since he said that.

Maybe I'll ask him tonight when we're alone. I have more visitors today!

9:45 PM

Okay, so I asked him what he meant, and I wasn't sure what I was expecting as an answer, but it definitely wasn't this.

He told me that he was in the army not so long ago. He was fighting against the enemies, and his group was shot up until he was alone, with the enemies taking over their camp. He had to play dead underneath one of his teammate's body to avoid getting captured. He made it, and returned to his main base camp, where he was assigned to another group to finish the task that his previous group had failed. It was just one bad thing after another. They were ambushed, and he was shot three times on the shoulder, but kept going, not wanting to fail at the task once more. He wouldn't tell me what the task was, so I didn't ask. As they neared their objective, the enemies approached and killed three of their men, luckily, they were able to push forward and defeat them. He told me that his best friend was shot badly, and that he had died in his arms.

I'll admit it, I teared up while he told his story.

On their way back, they were attacked again, and lost four more men. He was shot up badly, and was rushed to the camp for medical care, but the camp had been attacked and he couldn't get medical help as soon as he needed. Eventually, he made it to a hospital, but had developed an infection, and he was in great pain, suffering all the way. He told me that that should have been the day he died, and that it was a miracle that he survived.

I have to say, that was one, epic and suspenseful bedtime story I have ever had. Welp, time to sleep now!

P.S. I am really glad to be alive right now. I mean, I am filled with so much gratitude right now you have no idea. Also, I have no idea what 'P.S.' even stands for.