Disclaimer: I don't own Port Charles nor do I own Scott or Serena (or Dominique for that matter... if I did she would have survived) No this can't be happening! Not again. I barely got over it when I lost my big love. I can't lose my little love too. It's not fair. Does GOD hate me or something?
"Scott," Tony said, "this is very treatable" but all I hear is blah, blah, blah.
"It's not like in Dominique's case," Tony said "Serena's tumor is a lot smaller. It can be operated on and with a few rounds of chemo and radiation she should come through this just fine."
Chemo? Radiation? Operation? To them this may be normal but this is my baby. Somehow I can't help thinking this is all my fault. Sometimes, not often but once and again I get mad. I got mad yesterday. Maybe, had I not gotten mad this wouldn't have happened. My baby girl wouldn't be lying in a hospital bed right now. Okay so logically I know that's not true. Tony pointed out that she was probably sick for a long time. But DAMNIT why did I have to get mad yesterday. It was so stupid what I got mad at. She was whining and I had, had a bad day. I was supposed to be the adult. Children whine! Adults are supposed to control themselves. I remember 6 years ago. Dominique and I were watching an episode of SUPERNANNY! It'd been a rough day. Dominique commented that adults often act like children and they expect children to act like adults.
"Pretty sad if you ask me," she said. Yet how stupid was I yesterday? I NEVER get mad and the few times I have it was because I was frustrated.
"The good news," Tony said, "is that she can't remember from one day to the next"
Well that is somewhat of a relief. She won't remember was such a jerk last night. I have to be strong for my baby. I can't break down. I draw in a breath and say a prayer that fate will be good to my baby.