A few years ago, my mom went to the doctor to ask him about her neck, which had been a little bigger than usual． It turned out there was something t wrong with her lymph glands (淋巴结), and soon they scheduled Mom to have a biopsy (组织切片检查) on the seventh of September．
As soon as I found out, I was very angry, as September 7 is my birthday．They had promised to take me to see a spider- man movie and had a picnic in the yard．I shouted at her and everyone else, too． I even shouted at the dog． I started begging her to reschedule the biopsy, She gave me this look like she was about to cry and said, “I’m sorry, but I’ve done everything I can. I’ve got a disease. Could you forgive me?” Finally, I just yelled, “ I hate you!” and ran into my room, crying． I sat on my bed thinking —Why do things always have to happen to me? Everyone gets diseases． Why couldn’t mom just go to hospital another day?
For the next couple of weeks 1 remained silently angry． Deep down I knew 1 shouldn't act that way, but I did anyway． Anyone could see how sad I was making my mom． I knew it wasn't her fault, but I had to have someone to blame．
Finally, my birthday came． My parents left early in the morning for the hospital, and I was sent to our neighbor's house． No spider-man movie, no birthday present, and no picnic． Though I was taken good care of, I was not having a good time． “This isn't fair,” I thought． “This was supposed to be my day．”
My parents came home late that night． Mom walked in with a bandage on her neck． She sat down and rested her head on my dad's shoulder． It hurt so badly that it was difficult for her to talk．
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Later that night, Mom asked me to get into her room and she pulled out a box.
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A week later when Mom got the test result, she bugged me tightly and said, “Thank God, it was not cancer(癌 症)!”
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