[ WP ] `` I do n't want to go to the doctor , I 'm not sick .

She was always stubborn. So was I, so I guess I got it from her. She's been sick lately. Really sick. So sick, that her skin went from a beautiful olive color, to an almost porcelain white. She's coughing up blood almost every hour, and sleeps half of the day away. Dad ca n't stand to see her like this, so that's why I'm here. 
 
 `` Mom, can I come in?'' I ask as I open her bedroom door. 
 She turns around to look at me, turning away from the window she was staring at. `` Sure, sure. Come in,'' she mumbles as she lays in her bed and pats it for me to come sit next to her. I walk over to her bed and lay down. `` Mom,'' I say to her as I look her in the eyes. `` I'm really worried about you.'' She chuckles, `` Do n't worry about me, baby. I'm fine.'' 
 
 `` No you're not. You need to see a doctor or something,'' I respond. She looks at me and coughs into her tissue. `` Doctor? I...'' She pauses. `` I do n't want to goto the doctor, I'm not sick!'' I roll my eyes. She does n't get it. `` Mom, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you.'' She starts to cry as my words trickle into her ears. Tears come running down my cheeks not long after. 
 
 `` She has cancer,'' I have to repeat the sentence in my head over and over. Cancer. The doctor said it's already spread all over and she does n't have much time left. My mom ca n't have cancer. She ca n't die. She's only 56. I ca n't live without her. My sister sees me holding back tears. `` Brennon, I know it's hard. I know you do n't want her to die, but it's her time. We need to tell the doctor our decision,'' she whispers to me, making sure not to wake mom from her nap. I look around the room. There's Dad, still in work clothes. Next to him is my sister, Kim, and her husband. They're having their first child soon. And next to mom's bed is my younger brother, Andy. He's only 15. I remember when mom popped him out one day. I was 10, and Kim was 16. I've never seen mom happier. My flashback goes away as the doctor walks in. 
 
 `` We've reached a decision, sir.'' My dad says. Andy looks up with tears in his eyes. `` Tonight will be our last night with her.'' Dad continues. Andy kisses mom on the cheek and whispers something in her ear, then he walks out. 
 
 Mom died that night a warrior. Stubborn, yes. But, a warrior none the less.
