Chapter 2
Brock stood up putting her purse back on the counter but was reading the pamphlet . He sat down, the words breast Cancer was staring back at him, and he felt sick. Reba must be devastated but he was scared he would lose her, but more importantly the children could lose their Mother. He wiped a tear from his cheek, and stood up but Reba walked back into the kitchen.
"You are still here Brock please go home to your Wife"
"Reba we need to talk"
"About what you are fighting with your Wife, and now I'm suppose to listen to you whine about it. I'm tired, I'm not in the mood to hear how your not getting anything from Barbara Jean. I have so much on my mind, I can't worry about you Brock"
"Reba I know"
Reba was confused but she saw the pamphlet in his hands. She ran over grabbing it, and screamed at him.
"How dare you snoop in my purse how dare you"
"I didn't the purse fell, and I saw it, Reba how long have you known"?
"What that I have breast cancer, I just found out today, I had tests, but it was confirmed"
"How bad is it"?
"How bad Brock I have breast cancer for God sake it is bad"
"OK I am freaking out right now, I don't know what to do or say"
Reba turned, and walked over to the counter, and held on to it.
"Brock I have Stage 3 Breast cancer it has spread to the lymph nodes. They gave me that pamphlet , but they told me what I need to do. I have to have a Mastectomy, and radiation, but I have a 60 per cent of survival if I do it"
"60 per cent that can't be right"
"God Brock I thought 60 was better than 50 , look at your face you have me dead already"
"No but we will get a second opinion or a third".
"I have to do this I have no choice no second opinion will help but I already had one so it is official, I have Breast cancer, I'm going to lose my hair, why is this happening to me Brock"?
He walked over touching her face, "Reba I'm here for you I will be by your side every step of the way"
"No you won't you left me for her, I swear I could hit you right now. I loved you, and you broke my heart, you are suppose to be by my side, but I'm alone, and I'm so scared"
Brock pulled her close, and whispered, "It will be OK Reba"
Reba shut her eyes as he held her, and for a moment she felt safe, and she felt loved but Barbara Jean ruined all that when she walked into the house without knocking.
Reba turned wiping tears from her cheek, and Barbara Jean walked over to them.
"Oh wow what did I just walk into is someone going to explain why your both crying, and hugging each other"
"No take Brock home Barbara Jean you took him from me at least you can be the Wife he deserves"
"Deserves I am a good wife what are you saying Brock"?
"Nothing go home I will be there in a few minutes, I have to say something to Reba"
"I can be here what are you hiding from me"?
"For God sake go home now you are so annoying"
"Brock" Barbara Jean started to cry, and ran out. Reba smacked Brock on the arm, and said.
"I love that you want to be here for me, but she is your concern go to her, I'm strong, I can handle this"
"Reba you need to talk, I need to be here for you"
"I needed you Brock but you left me remember, I can't deal with your drama anymore, I have to focus on me, and my life. I'm scared to death of dying, but if I do I need you, and Barbara Jean to grow up , and stop being like children, you may have to raise them all by yourself."
Brock pulled Reba close, and whispered.
"You are not leaving us, and if you do I will never forgive you, not ever". He walked out, and Reba walked over locking the door as she looked around the house. The kids would be home soon, she didn't want to tell them yet. She had to cook dinner but she couldn't bring herself to cook so she ordered a pizza. She sat at the kitchen table looking at the pamphlet , she didn't know what the future held for her, but she did know she was going to fight to survive because she knew she was a survivor, but it was all in God's hands now.
To be continued.