A Sister's Life Changing Experience Of Faith And Hope Part Eight

I saw something incredible, for the very first time since my sisters accident. What I saw, was her doing the routine that she has loved ever since she was picked to do when she got voted by the student body to become Christmas Spirit Cheerleader. She cheered, she danced, and she did dozens of the tricks that were put into the routine. It was like she was her old self again. I was amazed, yet astonished. I was happy, yet tearful. I was proud to know that her determination doesn't let her down. It's December 12, 2007 and she's going to be able to do the performance on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I know she will, because she's my sister and nothing can bring her down, or so I thought. My mom gets off the phone just now, and she has an expression on her face that scares me. I ask what's wrong or at least I try to. My dad's already getting up from the table and consoling her in his arms. I know that can't be good. The light of hope I once stared into, seems to be fading away again. It seems like that a little cloud of gloominess is coming back, as I watch my sister drop her pom poms and go over to my parents, she looks at them as if she can read our mother's mind and she tells me that the doctor was hopeful that the first iv treatment for the syndrome would work but they want her to take a medicine that is similar to the iv treatment but she has to go to the hospital every so often to get the medicine and if she doesn't throw up or feel nauseous then she can come back home and still attend school tomorrow just like planned. If it doesn't work, she has to go to a research clinic to figure out what will and the nearest clinic is two hours away by car, but there is another one that the doctor recommended to our mom and that clinic is in California, which is awful because I couldn't imagine being without my sister or my parents for awhile. I love them so much that I want not a single thing to happen to my sister. My dad did tell us that the good thing about a research clinic is that they are going to try different tests and treatments to help my sister if the medicine at the hospital doesn't help her. So maybe there is still a light of hope out there somewhere, and with me telling you that, then maybe I shouldn't give up so easily like my sister. I mean my sister is a fighter. She wouldn't quit for anything in the world, so why should I? Okay don't answer that, because I know the answer is I shouldn't. Here is one more piece of news, my sister has to go to the hospital now for the medicine treatment which should only take a few hours, but I decide to go with them, this time. I mean I want to be there to support my sister, because if it doesn't work, she'll need somebody to hug. I'm going to pray that it works, and that this treatment will help her, so she doesn't have to go anywhere. I want her to be in school tomorrow. Although, we just arrived and now we wait to be brought back into a hospital room where my sister is going to get her very first medicine treatment.