"Kate has acute promyelocytic leukemia." pg.33
The book "My Sisters Keeper" by Jodi Picoult connects to me because i have had a friend die of cancer. Shelly died four months ago. It was the beginning of the summer, and school had gotten out a couple of weeks prior. The stress was just starting to lift off my shoulders, and I was starting to relax. Everybody knew it was coming. Shelly had been sick for as long as i can remember, but she would always hide it. Making everything look okay. Her and her son had gone on many final vacations together throughout the school year. The kemo therapy had had its last few trials.
Shelly never wanted us visiting after kemo. She didn't like us to see her sick. Shelly would always have BBQ's and pool parties acting like nothing was wrong. But you could see it. Kate from the novel only ever wanted to be treated equally. During thanksgiving Kate and her family were playing football. Her brother had forgotten that Kate was so fragile and tackled her to the ground. Her mother yelled at her brother and asked if Kate was alright. All Kate every wanted was to be treated like nothing was wrong, like she wasn't sick. By her brother forgetting about the cancer, Kate was feeling "awesome".
Every time she looked at her son she knew soon there would be a last. Soon she would have to check into hospice house. Shelly still did not want us to visit her. She had accepted it though, and the summer continued as it would have. It was a festival of life. A celebration of everything Shelly stood for and what we remembered her by.