Not the L Word
Here I am, sitting at a shiny hospital waiting for my doc to prescribe me some vitamins since I haven't been feeling well lately. My name is Isabella…or Bella, for short.
I heard the nurse call my name in a very bored tone, " Swan, your turn." I approached the doctor's office until he asked me to come in.
A blonde man, very handsome I must say, approached me and said: "Isabella Swan? I'm Doctor Cullen and I'll be treating you from now on."
That's awesome! At least I have a hot new doc just to prescribe some stupid vitamins. He extended his hand, silently asking me to come into his office.
"Well Isabella, I hate this part of my job, but it has to be done all the same. I have to tell you something. We analyzed your clinical history and we reached a conclusion." He said in a serious tone. The suspense was killing me. Maybe I was pregnant! I was feeling rather down lately and I was also so pale. Seriously, I looked like a ghost! He took a deep breath and said: "We think you have leukemia, Isabella. We discussed your lab results with your primary physician and we cannot hide the fact that you have this disease… Of course, there are several treatments you can try."
Several treatments, my ass! It was not a disease, it was cancer! I can die! Oh my God… it's true… I could die. After recovering from my shock I asked "Dr Cullen, is my cancer treatable enough to survive?" He wouldn't meet my eyes and said "I don't have that answer Isabella."
Fucking great! I only came here for some stupid vitamins and now I have leuk… leuke…. I couldn't even think about it. I could say L… but that would confuse people with Love… awesome idea.
I ran out of the hospital… Wow! That sounded pretty dramatic. Actually, I walked out of there like a zombie. I took a cab and arrived home. The place I call "home" is basically an empty house with my dad working 24/7 as the chief. I just sat there waiting for him to come home.
I heard him opening the front door and as always he says "Bella, what's for dinner?" My dad is a very deep person, I know. "Sit down dad." I said with a very serious tone. "Oh no, are you pregnant?" he asked, glaring at me. "No dad. I have the L word." I said to him, almost in tears. "That's great, Bella. Who's the lucky guy?" he asked with curiosity. "Dad, it's not a he, it's an it… ", I say to him, supposing he would immediately guess. But he is my dad.
"Oh my God Bella! Are you taking drugs?" he asked, almost yelling at me. That was enough with the guessing game…"No, dad…The L word stands for Leukemia."