My life has never been easy but whatever came across my path I dealt with it. For example, when my mom died in a car accident when I was twelve, I was the strong one for my dad and brother; but now I don't think I can be the strong one.
"Sweetheart, you okay?" my dad asked taking my hand in his.
"Yeah" I said not looking at him, but instead watching a group of girls dodging the rain while laughing at each other when they slipped.
My family knew something was wrong with me and we were all scared because we knew it was serious and not just the common cold. Not like all the other times when I came to the doctors.
"Ashley Major?" We looked up to see the nurse; the same one that's called my name the last four times in a week and still looks around like she doesn't recognize me.
I sighed as I stood up, slipping my hands into my jacket pockets. "That's me and it was me the last four times as well," I mumbled.
"Dr. Brazil would like to see you now," the nurse said, smiling like everything in the world was okay when it wasn't.
I followed her, my brother and father following behind me. She led us down the hallways with all the paintings of rainbows and butterflies. I always wondered why everything here was of things that tried to make you feel happy, but then the doctors stomped all over your happiness by giving you horrible news.
The doctor's office was open so we all filed into the room taking seats while the doctor shuffled up some papers in her hands.
Dr. Brazil opened her mouth like she was about to say something and then closed it.
"I have some bad news for you guys," she said, looking me in the eyes. "Your bloodce-"
"Doc, you know I'm not going to understand your medical talk," I cut in, smiling a little.
Dr. Brazil smiled but then she got serious again, "Ashley you have cancer."