Untitled Story
By: Nicole
This can't be true. No it can't be, I must have heard wrong. How can this
be true? All I did was go for a regular check-up and I find this out. I was
just a normal healthy men a minute ago. Damit I'm 58 years old and I
wrestle at times. How can the doctor tell me I'm sick? Well Today the
doctor told me I have cancer. Yes you heard me right I have cancer. How
am I going to tell my family? This will kill them. How am I going to tell
Linda? All these thoughts run though my mind on the ride home. God I
better watch the road or I might just die a little early. The doctor tells me
I have two year to live. They tell me that they caught it early but not early
enough. Why didn't I go to the doctor's more often. Would I still be in
the same predicament? What will my family do when I'm gone? Will they
move on or die with me? So many questions with few answers. I look up
and notice that I'm only two streets from home. I can't tell Linda, I'm
going to lie and say everything is okay. Oh God I'm the worst liar she will
know something's up. I drive up infront of my house. The house I know
so well. Soon I will see this house no longer. Vince steps out of his car
and heads to the door. I walked in, "hello, I'm home". Linda walked to
the door with a smile on her face. "Hi I see your home". "How was your
day?" "Good thanks and yours?" "A very busy day Vince but good".
"Vince, how did your doctor's visit go?" I almost choked when she said
doctor. For a brief moment I had forgot I was going to die. It just felt like
a normal day for that brief moment. Oh how I longed for that moment
again. To know that things would be just fine. "Vince hello, you okay?"
"Oh yeah umm... the visit was fine". "I'm healthy as can be". It killed me
when I said healthy. I wasn't healthy. I have cancer. I just wanted to tell
her that but I couldn't. I didn't want to see that look of sadness in her
eyes. I didn't want to see her in pain. I couldn't bare to see it. It would
be that same look, that look she gave when I admitted to the affairs. I
never want to see that look again. That is why I must keep this a secret.
No one can know about this. Not Shane, Stephanie, Paul, Linda. No one
can know this. How would you take it if your dad told you that he was
dying. You don't take something like that very well. This will be my secret
till the day I die. They will eventually find out, people will wonder about
my death. They will not find out from my lips though. I am keeping this
secret to protect my family. To protect them for unhappiness. I know I
should tell them but I can't. How the hell do you bring something like this
up? "Well everybody daddy is going to die and only has two years to live".
I can't do that I'm sorry, I just can't. "Hey Vince, hello". "Oh, what?"
"Honey you have been just standing there for ten minutes". "Come on in
and take off your coat". "I made dinner and it will be done in a few
minutes". "Okay thanks but I'm not really hungry". "Vince, are you sure
your okay?" "Yes, I'm just fine". "Well come on and eat something".
"Vince you seemed okay a few hours ago". "Did the doctors tell you
something bad or something?" "No he didn't I just have a bad headache".
Linda looked at Vince not really believing him. "Okay, well please just eat
a little, for me please". Vince nodded and headed to the table. Linda
came back with a big dish. "Here you go I made your favorite". Vince
started to smile "chicken parmesan". Linda smiled "yes". "Thanks Linda".
"No problem, now lets dig in".
Well this is what I wrote so far please review to tell me if I should finish the story or not. Thanks Kylie aka Nikki :)
By: Nicole
This can't be true. No it can't be, I must have heard wrong. How can this
be true? All I did was go for a regular check-up and I find this out. I was
just a normal healthy men a minute ago. Damit I'm 58 years old and I
wrestle at times. How can the doctor tell me I'm sick? Well Today the
doctor told me I have cancer. Yes you heard me right I have cancer. How
am I going to tell my family? This will kill them. How am I going to tell
Linda? All these thoughts run though my mind on the ride home. God I
better watch the road or I might just die a little early. The doctor tells me
I have two year to live. They tell me that they caught it early but not early
enough. Why didn't I go to the doctor's more often. Would I still be in
the same predicament? What will my family do when I'm gone? Will they
move on or die with me? So many questions with few answers. I look up
and notice that I'm only two streets from home. I can't tell Linda, I'm
going to lie and say everything is okay. Oh God I'm the worst liar she will
know something's up. I drive up infront of my house. The house I know
so well. Soon I will see this house no longer. Vince steps out of his car
and heads to the door. I walked in, "hello, I'm home". Linda walked to
the door with a smile on her face. "Hi I see your home". "How was your
day?" "Good thanks and yours?" "A very busy day Vince but good".
"Vince, how did your doctor's visit go?" I almost choked when she said
doctor. For a brief moment I had forgot I was going to die. It just felt like
a normal day for that brief moment. Oh how I longed for that moment
again. To know that things would be just fine. "Vince hello, you okay?"
"Oh yeah umm... the visit was fine". "I'm healthy as can be". It killed me
when I said healthy. I wasn't healthy. I have cancer. I just wanted to tell
her that but I couldn't. I didn't want to see that look of sadness in her
eyes. I didn't want to see her in pain. I couldn't bare to see it. It would
be that same look, that look she gave when I admitted to the affairs. I
never want to see that look again. That is why I must keep this a secret.
No one can know about this. Not Shane, Stephanie, Paul, Linda. No one
can know this. How would you take it if your dad told you that he was
dying. You don't take something like that very well. This will be my secret
till the day I die. They will eventually find out, people will wonder about
my death. They will not find out from my lips though. I am keeping this
secret to protect my family. To protect them for unhappiness. I know I
should tell them but I can't. How the hell do you bring something like this
up? "Well everybody daddy is going to die and only has two years to live".
I can't do that I'm sorry, I just can't. "Hey Vince, hello". "Oh, what?"
"Honey you have been just standing there for ten minutes". "Come on in
and take off your coat". "I made dinner and it will be done in a few
minutes". "Okay thanks but I'm not really hungry". "Vince, are you sure
your okay?" "Yes, I'm just fine". "Well come on and eat something".
"Vince you seemed okay a few hours ago". "Did the doctors tell you
something bad or something?" "No he didn't I just have a bad headache".
Linda looked at Vince not really believing him. "Okay, well please just eat
a little, for me please". Vince nodded and headed to the table. Linda
came back with a big dish. "Here you go I made your favorite". Vince
started to smile "chicken parmesan". Linda smiled "yes". "Thanks Linda".
"No problem, now lets dig in".
Well this is what I wrote so far please review to tell me if I should finish the story or not. Thanks Kylie aka Nikki :)