<Go back to page 3> A Tribute To My Sister "Diana" page 4 Diana on right and me on left They told her they wanted to start Chemotherapy on her right away then she could go home. And, decided against taking the tumor out of her spleen hoping the Chemo would shrink it. After the doctors left the room, she tells me “hey they didn’t say I was going to die”. She got the first treatment and  on the way home she let a balloon out the car window and told me she just gave her cancer to God. I took her home and stayed with her.  That night I was lying awake and could not go to sleep. I thought to my self why it could not of been me instead of her. I was the oldest and I got sick from time to time with diabetes. We use to joke with each other and she would say she had to die first because she could not live without me and I would tell her the same thing. And now we were looking at death and it looked like she would be right. I prayed so hard that night and cried myself to sleep.  Diana was starting to get really sick. Her fever was up and she felt like she had the flu, she ached all over even the top of her head. The Chemo was working. It was killing good and bad cells. She got so sick she would not let you touch her because she hurt just at a touch. I was in a hell of a lot of panic. I called the doctor and off we went back to the hospital, one of many trips to come. She had to have a blood transfusion. They gave her pills to start building her up and before you know it she was eating like a pig and thought, she was superwoman. She always had more energy. You could of called her superwoman. The doctors came in again and told her she would probably go into remission after all the treatments and wow was we ever happy. She was starting to act like her old self. Looking out the window and watching all the hunks go by and pointing them out. Cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. Then she had to start learning to eat the right foods. Oh, how she hated cooked broccoli but she would eat it raw. I would have to eat it with her. It was really funny; the halls would be gassed up from her room. And she would blame it on me. This is Diana's Son "Ben" Thank you Neens for this graphic   <Click here to continue with the story>

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