You could never be ready of it, you know. Never. Don’t let anyone tell you differently. Many, over the last few months, tried to warn me, and I laughed. I did, I told them I couldn’t have been more ready.
That was until I’d gotten a phone call.
“You better get over here; she’s been rushed to the hospital,”
The voice was my Mother’s, strained, afraid even. My mother never panicked; something was wrong.
I thought I would have been ready for this. But as I sat on the bus last night, leaving work without even telling my boss, I realized just how right Carrie had been.
“I’ll be fine, why is everyone making such a big deal out of this,” I had asked.
“Because you’re a hard-ass but when you see me in pain, Lucas, you’ll realize that you’re not as ready as you’d think,”
And she had been right, I was nowhere near ready. I’ve dreaded this day for a long time. When it came down to it, I had almost told my mother I couldn’t bear it.
The very thought of watching Carrie on that bed in pain was making me sick.