Unstoppable

Molly Rozan grew up thinking she was unstoppable. Nothing could have touched her, not even a scratch. The things that happened to “unfortunate” people were unreal in her mind. She was a superhero in her own world. When tragedy had hit, she had no idea what to do.
December 1, 2008 was a beautiful day. It was the beauty of a dozen ruby red roses freshly cut sitting perfectly on a table with the bright sun shining to give it its final touch, the glow it needed. She went through her usual routine, brushing her teeth, eating breakfast, and going to school. She arrived to school at exactly 7:10 am that day, just in time for class. Everything was going smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary until around 9 am, her whole life changed.
“Are you alright Molly?” Emily asked her as she sat down suddenly.
“Yeah I’m just feeling really dizzy.”
“Well, I can take you to the nurse.”
“No… it’s okay, I can…” before she could even finish the sentence she was falling to the floor, hitting it right on the back of her head. Emily started screaming for help and all of a sudden it was as if the world had stopped and moved in slow motion as Molly regained consciousness. People coming from all sides rushing to see if she was okay, rushing to see just what was going on, rushing to see if she would be okay.
She laid in the hallway that was right next to her Math class and she couldn’t get up. She couldn’t move. An ambulance came to the school about thirty minutes later and immediately took her to the nearest Hospital. It was only 5 minutes away and they were there before she was even settled into the back of the ambulance that screeched loudly to alert everyone that someone was in danger.
She was put in her own room, hooked up to an IV and given fluids. She woke up right when her mother got there. “Oh my god Molly! What happened?” was all her mom could say to her. She looked over and saw the monitors beep to make sure she was still alive. She didn’t understand what was going on. Her mom told her that the doctor was going to be back soon and that she should just wait for the blood work results. Easier said than done.
At about 3:30 pm the doctor re-entered the room. He had a folder in his right hand and his glasses in his left. It’s never a good thing when a doctor takes off his glasses and slides the door closed slowly behind him. Then he proceeded to look up slowly and asked her how she was feeling. How else would she be feeling? She thought to herself, she had an IV stuck in her and no reason why she was even in the hospital.
“I’m fine,” Molly responded after she thought about a good enough answer.
“Well, that’s good to hear,” Doctor Rost responded. He grabbed a chair and sat down facing the two of them. He flipped open his folder and looked through the papers with a look of sorrow painted over his face. Whatever those papers said, it was not something he wanted to tell me.
“Well, there’s no easy way for me to say this Molly,” he said slowly as he reached for my arm, “Molly, I regret to tell you that you have Leukemia.”
She couldn’t speak. The sudden rush of fear took over her like a plague polluting her body. She looked to her right and saw her mom with tears coming down like a waterfall with an endless supply of water coming from nowhere. She couldn’t cry, she couldn’t speak, and she couldn’t feel anything but fear.
December 1, 2008 was a day that Molly Rozan will remember as the day that changed her life. Nothing was the same since.