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=Exposition/Inciting Incident= It all started when my mother took my younger brother to the St. Barnabas hospital because of a kidney problem. I wasn't sure what was going on. So I asked my dad "what’s going on with my brother" he answered me "you will find out in a few days". "No Dad I want to know what is going on with my brother." I demanded. "No! I can't tell you it’s for your own good." "Ok?" asked Dad. "Ok fine" I said sadly. A few days later my mother told me my brother was in the hospital but no surgery was involved. I went to see him that morning at about 10:00. When I walked in I could hear the doctors talking, some yelling because of a serious patient that could very well die. He came home that night and that’s when I found out... "Mom what is that horrible smell?" "Sorry buddy it's your brother’s medicine." "They gave him horrible smelly medicine"? The medicine, which was called Zertech, didn't work. I was so scared that I could cry. So he was put on better improved non smelly steroids, about two months later, which made him get gradually better but the side effects made him feel even worse. I was as sad as a broken down train.

=Rising Action=

My brother was put on horrible steroids, Prednizone. I was worried when I heard he got put on steroids. The reason I say this is because they make you better but the side effects make you feel horrible. For example his face was a balloon and would puff up and he would feel sick. Also he would always be hungry and the chemo made him vomit. On these days I tried to be nice to him and spend as much time with him as I could because I knew how he felt because he told me and would complain that he felt sick. My parents really didn't tell me a lot of new things about my brother because they didn't want me to get more scared than I already was. So I went down stairs to play with him. I said "hey brother what’s up." He answered back "Nothing much." "Can I play with you" I asked "Sure" he replied with a smile. Before he got sick we played a lot of games together like football, basketball, baseball, board games, and video games. So we played monopoly, spit, and video games. The next day I herd my brother had been put on chemo which is a strong medicine that makes your immune system weaker. At this time was a pretty bad thing because the chemo would make him feel sick to and that was on top of the steroids. Also to stay better he got sharp I.V.'s and stingy blood tests and all different kinds of evil needles. I was so afraid that I would get sick and go through same things as he did. He got better and better until he was off chemo and he was off steroids and medicine for now. And he was better for now. And even better than that I had my old hilarious brother back. And he was fine for two years. Until......

=Climax= I overheard my parents talking the next morning they said that my brother had went to the hospital that night and what I heard was true I searched the whole house for him but I couldn't find him. I stood near the doorway of the kitchen where my mom and dad where sitting "Where is my brother?" I asked them "Come in and sit down." my dad said to me with a sad look on his face. I went in and sat down. At that time I thought to my self wow he sounds really sad this can't be good. Where is my brother?" I asked again. "Son" my dad said seriously. "Your brother is in the hospital." "What for" I said. Understanding what he was telling me was a bitter pill to swallow. He would be hospitalized for 1-3 days. "Your brother’s kidney sickness came back." He told me. I sat there and began to cry wondering when I would see him but there was still no surgery involved. That day it was very quiet in the house. All I did was sit at the kitchen table thinking about him. The next day I got to see him in the hectic horrible hospital. It wasn't that crowded but there was a couple people in front of us. When we got in the room my brother was in he looked like himself and was talking. I asked him how he was feeling. He said that he felt a lot better than he did. The next moment the doctor walked in. We appreciate what she had done. she gave him medication and helped him when he wanted to get up (to go to the bathroom or ask his doctor a question). She said that he got a lot better from the night he came here. the next thing she said was that he would be fine to go home tomorrow. I was stunned at what the doctor had said. I was so happy. We came home that day at about 2:00. When he came home the next day it was basically a party me and my two brothers where having a load of fun. We where playing video games we played my brothers favorite game dirt biking and went outside and played for a little while. We played basketball baseball football and we went on the trampoline. My brother could not keep up with us as much as usual but for the most part he kept up well. Oh wow it was a lot of fun. This was by far the happiest and most fun day of my life.

=Falling Action= My brother had been getting better and better. Finally it took two years. He was off all medicine, steroids, chemo, and needles. He got off the medicine two years from the start. The name of his disease was IGA Nephropathy. I hope he stays this way and everyone else in my great family hopes he does to. My brother turned over a new leaf by fighting this disease. "Thank you so much." said my mother. "For what?" asked my brother "For fighting this disease and not complaining one little bit because you knew that complaining wouldn’t get him anywhere, I'm beaming with pride son" stated my mother. I heard the happiness in her voice. "Thanks mom." my brother said with a smile. "So am I, I'm so proud of you for never saying die you stuck through it and made progress every day by taking your medicine and doing what your told and everyone we know should be proud of you." I explained to my brother holding back tears. (Because I was so happy this was over and I didn’t have to be scared anymore that he might die) "Thanks brother." he also stated holding back tears. "Splash" a tear fell from my face onto the table. We had this conversation in the family room. And my brother got better and he wasn't sick anymore. It took two and a half years for him to get all the way better, and my whole family was relived. On his road to recovery I helped him by encouraging him and reminding him to take his medicine. My family got closer because we knew we all helped my brother recover from this disease and it brought us closer as a unit. We went back to our old calm crazy life. I say this because it is calm because I don’t have to worry about my brother being sick and it is crazy because we are always running to sports games. So my life is back to normal, just how I like it. = = = = =Resolution=

In conclusion we had a horrible time in our life and this was it. It was very much of a let down because we knew my brother was sick. I went to bed every night knowing I couldn't live without him. In the process I knew he very well could be taken from me. At this time our whole family was let down knowing my brother was in danger. "Hi bro thanks again and should this ever happen again you do the same thing you did this time." "I will and if this horrible hectic disease ever comes back I know you will be right by my side." "You bet I will." I could see in his face and smile how happy he was to be better. We had this conversation in the family room. Anyway it's good to know that my little bro didn't have to go and will get to grow old. My brother is doing fine now and his sickness is still here with him but just not as bad as it was and if we don't be careful it could come back in a blink of an eye. He is on his medicine now and has been on it for about a year now. He is off chemo. That will keep him from getting as sick as he was. That's always good to know. Me and my brother are very close and love to play with each other. I love to hear him play again because before when he was sick he was always on the couch resting trying to fight the disease. my parents are very proud of me for staying by my brother and helping him get better. Although he hasn't fully recovered from his sickness. I showed a lot of compassion towards pain when my brother was going through this. Even though I am compassionate now. I stuck through it and I never doubted him for a minute. I am proud of my self for that.