Before The End
My sister Jane is a patient of acute hemophilia. It is a rare genetic disorder in which a person's body does not form platelets, the cells which cause clotting resulting in ceaseless blood loss. I have studied about this disease in my school textbooks but I do not know much about it other than what I witness happening to my sister. She bleeds regularly from her nose and often vomits blood. Her hair is all gone and she considers herself to be ugly.
Jane's illness is not curable but treatable. She lives on the cells transplanted from my body to hers. That is the only reason I was made to be born. When Jane had first shown the symptoms about 12 years back, the doctors immediately advised my parents to mate and give birth to her sibling who could have the same bone-marrow as hers. So, my father gave his sperm to my mother and with the natural process of reproduction in humans, I came into this strange world.
Ever since that day, the 23rd of October, 1997, my body has facilitated a spare part shop for my sister. Blood, DNA samples, antibodies, bone-marrow and so many other tissues and products of my body have been transported to Jane's without any service tax paid to me. It may have been done with Michael as well but his bone-marrow did not exactly match Jane's luckily.
Jane's life has been miserable to admit very honestly. She has never been to school but has received good education from my parents. She spends most of her time in bed or in the hospital and her hobby is just reading. Her illness has changed the life all of us in the family. My Dad has settled with a small desk job turning down the offer of working in San Fransisco, my mom has resigned from the post of Senior Sales Executive in a private firm, my brother feels the most ignored of the lot and spends most of his time with his worthless friends. Actually, he suffered with Dyslexia for quite some time after his birth but that was too small a problem to be considered by my parents in front of Jane's life-taking illness. And as for me, I already described my value to my parents and my sister's life.
I never opposed any of the treatments met to me by my parents who regard me nothing more than a factory manufacturing the cells which keeps Jane alive. This was only because I love my sister whatsoever. I cannot bear to lose her. But today, I have decided to stand against the wishes of my parents. They are asking for one of my kidneys. I may have given it to them as always but when the doctor warned that this might leave me with a life-long "be cautious" tag, I am not going to do it for any sake. After all, I cannot sacrifice my freedom, freedom to jump, dance, eat junk food, party with friends and have many boyfriends for my whole life.
I love Jane a lot. But she has to die, its set and no one can change it whatsoever. We'll also remember her the way she remembers Mark.
Yes, not to forget, Mark was Jane's one and only boyfriend. Surprisingly, he suffered with the same illness as Jane did and they met at the hospital lying on adjacent beds. He was a great guy, handsome, charming, fair, tall and very understanding, the best a girl could ever wish for. They became friends at their first meet and an awesome couple in course of time. I remember Mark taking Jane to her once ever Prom four years back. They had kissed that night as Jane told me on her return. Those days were the only ones when we could see her laugh, play and enjoy like every other teen.
But, the days of joy could not stay along. Mark disappeared just the day after the Prom night. Jane was crushed, heart-broken. Mark betrayed her. But, this was something we thought, not the truth. Only two days later did we know that Mark did not betray Jane but life did betray him. Mark died on the night of the prom due to ceaseless blood loss in his car. This had happened just after he dropped Jane back home. This news was worse for Jane than Mark's treachery. She wept, yelled and almost went mad for days after. But, slowly she did come back to her senses though for no good as she had again lost her rare smile.
You may think that I am very selfish a person to not give my kidney to my own sister and save her life, but one who has to suffers knows it best. No matter what my parents say I would not give a single part more to Jane.
Days have passed and my sister has almost reached her last stage. My mother is mad at me for doing this to my sister. She has slapped me over 15 times and would have slapped more had my father not come to stop her. But, I would not move an inch from my decision. I have got my medical emancipation papers registered and now I legally cannot be forced to transfer any of my body parts against my will. I know my mother won't forgive me for this, may be she would forget that she ever had two daughters but still, I will stick to my thought. I know my Dad will understand me somehow and Michael is too small to know what I have done.
Since she is left with no other option but to see her beloved daughter go, Mom is inside the ward with Jane and is sharing with her, the most of her love and caress. They both need each other the most at the moment.
TODAY..
That date was 25th September, 2008. My sister died that day. All know that it was more or less my fault but what all know is not the complete truth. I have a secret, a secret wish, Jane's last wish. Jane Keitherson, my sister, wanted to die. She wanted to leave this world, the pain it has, but she knew that Mom won't ever let her do this to herself. So, I chose to be the one to do it, to relieve her of her pain, her stress. Though, today my Mom hates me and I live away from my family in an Orphanage, I still love Jane and I know she loves me. This is what, she told me, Before The End.
-Serena.
kanks
wow that was brilliant.....i must say that u r a very mature girl
keep writing such good stuffs
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