*** Sorry for the delay. I was extremely busy for awhile. I hope you like
this chapter. Thanks Antigone for the cancer idea. I chose Lymphoma of the
Stomach because a relative had this cancer and I know what to their body
due to the cancer. ***
The cool autumn breeze swept through my hair as I walked down the street. For some time I hadn't been feeling well and today was no exception. It never seemed to get better only worse. Today I felt as if I had caught the flu, but deep down I knew that wasn't the problem. My vision blurred, stumbling I fell to my knees.
"Hey look at girl." I heard before I passed out.
Slowly opening my eyes I looked around. The room was completely white and spotless. The gang was sprawled all over the room sleeping. ~ I must be real sick ~ I thought. Dally sat beside the bed fast asleep. Slowly I reached over; grasping his wrist I shook it weakly. Dally stirred and looked around. After a moment he glanced at me and smiled.
"Hey Half-pint, you gave us quite a scare today. I'm glad yer awake." He whispered softly.
"Dally what happened to me today?" I asked.
"We don't know baby, some nurse called saying that you were brought here to the hospital because ya collapsed. We should know pretty soon." He replied just as a doctor walked through the door.
"Ah Miss Mitchell you're awake..."
"Doc what's wrong with me? Why did I pass out?" I interrupted him.
By that time the others woke up and were looking up at the doctor expectantly. The look on his face told me something was seriously wrong.
"The results of your tests came back" he paused to collect his thoughts, "the results show that you have a type of cancer called lymphoma. It's a cancer of the stomach mostly. This is causing your immune system to fail. That is why you've been getting sick." He responded to my questions.
Personally I quit listening right after he said lymphoma. I looked around the room at the guys. Their faces had gone deathly pale. Dally and Steve had closed their eyes.
"The cancer is in its early stages so I believe we can fight it." He turned to Darry and spoke, "Now there are ways we can go at it. First we can start her on chemotherapy, second we could operate, or third we could let it go and do nothing." The doctor spoke up
I could tell by the look on Dally's face that he wanted to beat the doctor to a pulp. Darry turned to me with a questioning look.
"What do you want to do baby?" he asked.
"I want to fight this, but I want to go home." I whispered
The doctor nodded heading towards the door saying something about getting me released. My mind was numb; millions of questions were racing through my head. I was released an hour later.
The car ride home was quiet. Darry's hands were wrapped around the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. One thought ran through my mind the whole way home:
Was I strong enough to fight this? Will I be able to beat it?
The cool autumn breeze swept through my hair as I walked down the street. For some time I hadn't been feeling well and today was no exception. It never seemed to get better only worse. Today I felt as if I had caught the flu, but deep down I knew that wasn't the problem. My vision blurred, stumbling I fell to my knees.
"Hey look at girl." I heard before I passed out.
Slowly opening my eyes I looked around. The room was completely white and spotless. The gang was sprawled all over the room sleeping. ~ I must be real sick ~ I thought. Dally sat beside the bed fast asleep. Slowly I reached over; grasping his wrist I shook it weakly. Dally stirred and looked around. After a moment he glanced at me and smiled.
"Hey Half-pint, you gave us quite a scare today. I'm glad yer awake." He whispered softly.
"Dally what happened to me today?" I asked.
"We don't know baby, some nurse called saying that you were brought here to the hospital because ya collapsed. We should know pretty soon." He replied just as a doctor walked through the door.
"Ah Miss Mitchell you're awake..."
"Doc what's wrong with me? Why did I pass out?" I interrupted him.
By that time the others woke up and were looking up at the doctor expectantly. The look on his face told me something was seriously wrong.
"The results of your tests came back" he paused to collect his thoughts, "the results show that you have a type of cancer called lymphoma. It's a cancer of the stomach mostly. This is causing your immune system to fail. That is why you've been getting sick." He responded to my questions.
Personally I quit listening right after he said lymphoma. I looked around the room at the guys. Their faces had gone deathly pale. Dally and Steve had closed their eyes.
"The cancer is in its early stages so I believe we can fight it." He turned to Darry and spoke, "Now there are ways we can go at it. First we can start her on chemotherapy, second we could operate, or third we could let it go and do nothing." The doctor spoke up
I could tell by the look on Dally's face that he wanted to beat the doctor to a pulp. Darry turned to me with a questioning look.
"What do you want to do baby?" he asked.
"I want to fight this, but I want to go home." I whispered
The doctor nodded heading towards the door saying something about getting me released. My mind was numb; millions of questions were racing through my head. I was released an hour later.
The car ride home was quiet. Darry's hands were wrapped around the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. One thought ran through my mind the whole way home:
Was I strong enough to fight this? Will I be able to beat it?