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When life is great and young, you don't think about mortality. Your brain doesn't even register what death really means. When your 17 going on 18 you just enjoy life and don't think. When your with your boyfriend who is always so happy and makes you happy you don't think what it means the have your life suddenly taken away. You don't think.

That is how I lived my life until I found the lump. A small lump yes, on the side of my stomach, but still a lump none the less you pass it off as natural. You don't suppose it could be anything like a tumor because that's absurd. Tumors don't happen to 17 year olds. So I ignored it.

A week later I checked it again and though that it was gone. I was wrong. It was there. Ever present. That's when I went to the doctor. He examined the lump and poked and proded and observed which of course made me nervous. He told me he would run some tests to see what it was.

That scared me. For the first time in my life my life could end. Definite fact. I could die. And I was terrified. Anyone would be. Everyone should be. I silently got up and drove to Kurt's house to tell him about my lump. My possible deadly lump. Tears ran down my face at the thought of my mortality.

I was so grateful when Kurt was the one who opened the door. I fell into his arms and hung onto dear life. Kurt shut the door and lead my to the living room couch and gently set me down. He wrapped me in his arms and let me calm down. After some time he finally got the courage to speak.

"What on earth happened?" Kurt sounded confused. A wave of fear rushed over about how he would react.

"I-I-I h-have a l-lump." I lift my shirt so he could see the small lump on the side of my stomach. He brought a hand to his mouth in shock, tears glistening in his eyes.

"But it's not what I think it is. It couldn't be. I'm 17 almost 18, I don't have that. I don't. I don't. I don't. I don't." I repeated it until I started to believe it. Over and over again, confirming my life. Kurt just held me, rubbing my back and made me feel just a bit safer.

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A week passed. I denied to myself that I had the possibility of that. That sickness. It would not happen. It could not happened. It wasn't until I got a letter from the doctor's office that I could confirm or reject my beliefs. I carefully opened the sealed envelope and took out the paper revealing my diagnosis.

I scan the page looking for my diagnosis. Beside a line saying Diagnosis read my fate; Melanoma Stage 2. My breathing stopped. Stage 2. That wasn't the worst but it wasn't the best either. I could live. I would live. Maybe. I raced to Kurt's house to tell him.

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I knocked on the door, quickly wiping my tears away. Burt opened the door this time and took in my small figure. Saying nothing he held an arm excepting me into his home. I gladly accepted.

"What's going on?" He rested a hand on my shoulder.

"Stage 2. Melanoma." I said, not wanting to believe it. I heard a gasp ecsape from Burt. I could look at him, but it wasn't two second before Burt gave a gentle hug. I was confused. Why did he care so much?

"Kurt's mom had Stage 4 Melanoma. Breast cancer." I turned into his hug and cried. He just held me. I didn't want to die. Not so soon. Not while I had Kurt. Not now. That's when Kurt entered the scene. Kurt stood and stared at us hugging and he cautiously entered the area.

"Something I should know about?" He gave a small nervous laugh. I turned to face him and fell again into his arms.

"Stage 2. Melanoma." I whispered. His grip strengthened.

"I must be mistaken did you just say Melanoma?" I nodded into neck. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. He screamed. And earsplitting shriek echoed off the walls before Burt had a chance to clamp a hand over his mouth. When he did I could still hear the screams. I looked into his face but his eyes were closed. Tears flowing freely down his face.

Finn and Carole were rushing down the stair when they saw the seen before them, a wailing Kurt holding me while Burt's hand clamped over his mouth. As you can imagine it was quite the predicament.

"What's all this then?" Carole said as I removed myself my Kurt's grasp and wiped my tears away.

"Stage 2. Melanoma." I spoke wiping away fresh tears. They just stood and stared at me. Not knowing what to say. I didn't know what to say either. I had never done this before. Finn and Carole hadn't either. I just stood their crying without anyone until Kurt stopped screaming and Burt let go. Kurt squeezed me until I couldn't breathe.

"I love you" He whispered into my ear. His tears soaked my shirt, my soaked his.

"I love you too." I returned the sentiment. He held me and we made plans to see my doctor, Dr. Fergeson, the next day.

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I sat in a plastic chair in a small waiting room in a crowded hospital waiting for Dr. Fergeson to discuss treatment with Kurt and I. I twisted my hands in my lap, staring at the floor while Kurt hung onto my arm for dear life and an older woman in her 50s with mousy brown hair came to us.

"Hi, My name is Carol.* I'm the nurse for the juvenile oncology wing." We shook her out stretched hand. She looked tired and grey. Like her life was drained after so many tiring years.

"My name is Blaine and this is my bo… Friend, Kurt" She simply smiled and nodded.

"I hope he loves you. You need a lot of love in a place like the juvenile cancer wing." She didn't judge, she just accepted. Maybe it was the place that we were about to head towards; the juvenile oncology wing.

She led us through white double doors to a more colorful place but a sad one too. Small drained kids sat and played with blocks and toys but they all looked unhappy and tired. It was a dreadful place to be in. I looked back the nurse named Carol. She smiled at all the kids and some kids came up and hugged her. She gave so much love but something in her eyes was so sad.

"Dr. Fergeson's office is right this way." She led us to a small room where a red-headed doctor sat on a stool looking at a clipboard that had my name at the very top. He turned to smile at me but again something behind his eyes seem sad and grey.

"Seat right here and we can discuss treatment." He pointed to the two plastic chair beside him. His tired eyes review the page once more before sighing and turning back toward us.

"There are only two logical options. One is to cut out the tumor and have radiation therapy for six months. The survival rate is high and there is little pain but there can be very bad side effects later in life. Two is to cut out the tumor and have chemotherapy for six months. The survival rate is high. Though it is painful there are no long-term side effects. I recommend this option." Dr. Fergeson spoke with firmness as though he had done this time and time again, and seen so many die under his care. Which he probably had.

I thought it over in my mind. I went through the options and Kurt just squeezed my hand. I had no idea what to do.

"I think I would prefer the chemotherapy option." I sighed. I hope it won't hurt too much. Dr. Fergeson nodded and turned to grab a handful of paper work. He placed it in my hands.

"What's this?" I frowned at the paper work in my hands.

"Paperwork for your parents. Your still a juvenile, you still need parental permission." Dr. Fergeson grimaced. I stare wide-eyed at Kurt. My parents didn't know about any of this yet. What would they do?

A/N:

*Carol is my aunt who is a juvenile oncology nurse.

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