A Girl's Journey To Julliard Part Three

My dad arrived back at the hospital where we live, and in 2015 I knew things were going to be good. I mean that is what I thought, but in 2016 dad got sick again, and even though test results didn't show that the cancer had come back, new results showed that he had pneumonia but they were able to treat it here, so I would be able to see him more. I was happy about that and I prayed that dad would get better. Mrs. Carson, told me that year that my dad was a fighter and he will be back in this house in no time. I wanted to believe her but I had some hope and some of that hope seem to drift a little ways away from me, because in 2017 dad got better and was healed of the pneumonia. I know what you're probably thinking, why is that bad news? It's not, the bad news however was we found out that my dad's right kidney was failing, and he needed a transplant. I wanted to have the hospital test me to see if I were a match for him, but mom wouldn't let me without her consent. I did talk to her, and she told me she didn't know because if I wasn't then she would feel poorly about not knowing who would be a match for dad. I understood that, but she was going to let me anyway. Mrs. Carson that day, drove me to the hospital and the doctors tested me, and my mom. We were not a match. They then tested Mrs. Carson, and she was a match. So that day they got Mrs. Carson and my dad ready for surgery and my mom and I waited for the doctor to bring us back to a hospital room so we could see dad, once the surgery was over. A few hours later, a nurse came to us and told us that the surgery was well for both of them and that we can see them now. I was relieved to know that and I couldn't believe how much stress and anxiety left my body, because of how worried I was. My dad told me that once he gets out of the hospital, he promises me that no matter what happens with my future of getting accepted into Julliard or not, that he will always be proud of me and that if I do get accepted, he is going to be with mom, and Mrs. Carson watching a performance of mine. I cried a little tear of happiness that day. My dad hugged me, and I did back. Mrs. Carson, however told me to not give up on following my dreams. She told me this because she was wanting me to know that no matter what happens in my life that God is in control and as long as I'm trusting in Him, His plan for my life will continue to unfold.