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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 :)