Summary: She thought it was just a cough, but when Brennan went to the doctor, it turned out to be something else, something much more serious. What will Brennan do when life is running against her? With Angela and Booth moved in to live with her when they realized what was going on, what will happen then? Will Brennan and Booth finally get together because of this? BB for later chapters.
Genre: Tragedy/ Romance/ Angst/ General
Be warned about the tragedy part, this is going to be a very sad story, so please be aware of it, and you really can expect the worst. But sometimes, tragedy story does bring out a good romance story, don't you think?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or the lyrics of To Live Like You Were Dying.
Author's Note: I just want to thanks those who reviewed Chapter 13 of Wedding, and all of those who added the story to favourites or alerts. The chance of writing a squeal about that is not high at all, sorry about that. Now, enjoy this chapter. And another author note is below.
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Chapter 1"Can you believe it's already 12 in the afternoon? Weather right now is about 80 F, pretty hot, don't you think? Luckily, it's such a beautiful day!" The radio announced.
Brennan was driving back to Jeffersonian. She looked out of the window. It sure is a beautiful day, she thought to herself. But she wasn't in any mood of enjoying it at all.
"Now, Tim McGraw's To Live Like You Were Dying." The radio announced.
He said I was in my early forties
with a lot of life before me
when a moment came that stopped me on a dime
and I spent most of the next days
looking at the x-rays
Talking bout the options
and talking bout sweet time
I asked him when it sank in
that this might really be the real end
how's it hit you when you get that kinda news
man what?d you do
and he said
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
He said I was finally the husband
that most the time I wasn't
and I became a friend a friend would like to have
and all the sudden going fishin
wasn't such an imposition
and I went three times that year I lost my dad
well I finally read the good book
and I took a good long hard look
at what I'd do if I could do it all again
and then
I went sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
Like tomorrow was a gift and you got eternity to think about
what'd you do with it what did you do with it
what did I do with it
what would I do with it?
Sky diving
I went Rocky Mountain climbing
I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManchu
and then I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter
and I watched an eagle as it was flying
and he said someday I hope you get the chance
to live like you were dying.
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
To live like you were dying
Brennan sighed at these lyrics as the song went on. She had lost count on how many times she sighed today; she could swear that she never sighed this much before. She never had been this troubled before. She could always found a solution to her troubles. She could always solve it; she would do whatever it takes to find the solution. But this time, she couldn't. There's no solution waiting for her.
Her mind drifted back to the doctor appointment earlier that morning.
It's been about a month that she got the cough, and the drugs weren't working at all, she finally decided to see the doctor. The doctor used the stethoscope to listen to her lungs, and was a bit concerned. So he decided to give Brennan an X-ray, just to make sure everything was fine.
But it wasn't.
For about an hour she sat there, waiting for the results to come back. She was bored, just sitting there, doing nothing. But she did thought about a new plot for her novel, and also thinking about the case she and Booth were currently working on. She never thought those boring moments would be the last moment that she would ever feel like herself again.
The doctor invited her back to his office, and told her that they found…
"Ms. Brennan, you have small lung cell cancer." The doctor told her as soon as she sat down.
Only one short sentence had crushed Temperance Brennan. Brennan closed her eyes, trying hard to fight back the threatening tears from coming out of her eyes. All she could think of at that moment was death, nothing else. Everything that seemed to have bothered her moments ago was gone. The world seemed to have disappeared in front of her eyes; all she could see was the doctor's office.
"How long do I have?"
The doctor looked at her grimly, "It's pretty advance, I would say about a year. I already transferred your case to an oncologist. She should be here about now."
A slight knock came, and a young female doctor came in. She gave a small nod to the older doctor, and turned to Brennan, introduced herself, "Ms. Brennan, I'm Doctor Armstrong from oncology department. I'm sorry to tell you that you have cancer. But we need to act quickly.
"Small lung cell cancer is one of the most deadly cancer among lung caner. It moves fast, and even if you discover early, the chances of surviving over 5 years are really small."
Dr. Armstrong put up the X-ray to let Brennan see how bad it was. Everything was not as clear as it should be. It was cloudy. Brennan felt even worse than before; she wished that the doctor didn't show it to her.
"I would like to start the treatment as soon as possible." Dr. Armstrong concluded.
"What kind of treatment?" Brennan asked in a low voice that even she couldn't realize it was her own.
"Surgery cannot be preformed in most of the small lung cell cancer, so this would be out of the question. I don't want you to do radiation; the cancer is too advanced for it right now. But I would suggest chemotherapy." The doctor answered smoothly, but her eyes were shown with sympathy.
"I'm sorry." Dr. Armstrong said again.
As the doctor continued to talk about their next appointment and the instruction on those medicines, tears were falling down from Brennan's eyes.
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First, I am not a medical expert, so you can probably assume that everything that I write in this story that is about medical is not true. Please don't hold me responsible for it. Second, I had been rewriting this chapter over and over again, so I didn't have the time to get a beta to check it before I upload this, so you can yell at me about all those grammatical mistakes I made. I promise you that I will get a beta to check it for me for the next chapter. Sorry about this long author's note. One more thing though, please REVIEW! Please?