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Trish was feeling worn out so Brock held her hand while she slept. '
Dr. Kennedy knocked and walked in. Trish didn't stir, but Brock smiled and nodded his head.
"I'm Dr. Kennedy, I'm Trish's doctor from Toronto."
Brock shook his hand, "I'm Brock, I'm a good friend of hers."
"Nice to meet you. If she doesn't wake up within an hour, please wake her and have her buzz the doctor. Don't tell her I'm here, but we need to go over some stuff soon." The doctor advised.
"Will do."
About a half-hour later, Trish woke up. Brock had dozed off and Trish couldn't resist to mess with him. She took her pillow and promptly hit him with it.
He awoke startled and she was laughing. "Wow, I didn't know that was all it took to wake you up."
"You're a punk, you know that?" Brock said with a smile.
"Yea, kinda."
"Call your doctor, he stopped in but you were sleeping." Brock said to her.
She hit the call button and stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
"What was that for?" Brock asked while making a mental note of how cute she looked.
"Because I can." Trish replied with a smile. "The pain meds have made me feel pain free."
Shortly after there was a tap at the door and Dr. Kennedy walked in.
Trish smiled, "Dr. Kennedy, you made it!"
"Yes I did. I hopped the company jet to make it here in time. I would like to go over your results and some other stuff and then we'll take you into surgery." He explained.
Trish looked at Brock, "Do you want to stay in here or would you rather hear it from me?"
"If it's ok, I would like to stay and support you." Brock replied.
"Instead of staying in here, I would like to bring you guys down to my makeshift office to go over everything." The doctor said to them.
They got Trish into the wheelchair and Brock wheeled her down with the doctor. They all got settled while the doctor pulled out Trish's chart.
The doctor cleared his throat, "Trish I got the results from the biopsy and they showed that the tumor was indeed malignant."
Trish's heart sank. She was dreading that response. She grabbed Brock's hand and held it tight. He rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb while listening intently.
"What we are going to do is go in and remove the tumor. If the cancer has spread to the uterus from the fallopian tube where the tumor is, we may have to do a hysterectomy. If the cancer has spread to the fallopian tube from the tumor, we will have to remove the tube, but that would leave the other tube and the uterus. But if having children is not of importance to you, the best way to insure that the cancer would be completely removed would be to undergo a hysterectomy." The doctor explained.
Trish had tears running down her cheeks. She knew that one day further down the road she wanted to get married and have children, but now she didn't know if she ever could. What man would want a woman who couldn't give him a child?
"Trish, I know this is a bit overwhelming, but I would like to get you into surgery as soon as possible." The doctor said bringing her back to reality.
"Could I have a few minutes? I don't know which I would rather do." Trish said trying not to sob too much.
"Of course, I'll come check in in a couple of minutes." The doctor said exiting the room.
Trish couldn't hold back anymore, she let the tears and the heart- wrenching sobs out. She couldn't believe what she had been told. Brock squeezed her shoulder. She stood up and climbed in his lap and held him crying. "Why is this happening to me? What have I done that is so wrong? I know everything happens for a reason, but I can't take it anymore. I've been beat up, hurt, betrayed, cheated on, lied to and now I'm being told that I have cancer and I have a possibility of never having kids, I don't know if I can do this alone."
Brock held her close and rubbed her back. He pulled her head away gently so he could look her in the eyes, "Trish, I know that you've been handed a pretty shitty hand of cards, but you will never, ever be alone. You have your family, and you will always, always have me." Brock iterated.
Trish smiled a little and held him. "I'm scared Brock. Do I try to salvage a slight chance of having kids ever? Or do I just give up on that dream and have him take it all? I mean I'm 27 years old, I shouldn't have to make decisions like this."
"Trish, I think you should do what you want to do. And I'll be there for you whenever you need me." Brock said rubbing her back.
"Would you call my sister for me? I don't have the time to. She'll call mom." Trish said to Brock.
"Is there anybody else you want me to call for you?" Brock asked.
"Not that I could think of, why do you know someone?" Trish said to him.
"Well, I didn't know if you would want Dave to know." Brock started to explain but Trish interrupted him.
"No, no not yet. I'm not ready to face him. He calls me all of the time, he asks the divas about me, I just don't feel comfortable yet." Trish said to him with a frown on her face. "I still care about him, but I'm not ready to face him.
"That's ok, I won't call him." Brock reassured her.
There was a knock on the door and the doctor walked in, "Have you gave your options any thought?"
Trish nodded, "I would like to try and salvage what I can. Just remove what you have to, and I'll go from there."
The doctor acknowledged her, "Ok, why don't you get back in the wheelchair and we can get you prepped."
Trish gave Brock one last hug. He held her tight, and had an overwhelming urge to kiss her, but he fought it back. He didn't want to scare her. She kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks for this Brock, thank you."
The doctor helped Trish sit down and he wheeled her away. Brock picked up his phone and called Melissa.
Meanwhile.
Melissa had arrived at Trish's house and began to unpack a few of her things. She figured she would go grocery shopping that evening. She looked around the house and noticed that some of the things weren't where they usually were. "Hmmm.that's odd." She thought to herself. She decided to take a shower and then hit the store. Just as she was starting to dry herself off her cell phone rang. She grabbed it, "Hello?"
"Is this Melissa?" An unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yeah, who's this?" She asked concerned.
"It's Brock, Trish's friend."
"Oh yeah, what's up?" She asked. She figured that Trish had talked to him about the Randy situation.
"I have to talk to you about your sister. Are you sitting down?" Brock asked her.
She sat down on the toilet seat, "Ok, I'm sitting, what's up?"
Brock explained in detail about Trish's cancer and how they were going to start treating it. Melissa had tears in her eyes, "Is she going to live?"
"The doctor's sure she's going to live, but she may not be able to have children of her own." Brock replied.
Melissa felt the tears trickle down her cheek. She knew how much Trish wanted to have a child of her own and how devastated she must be. "I want to see her, where are you guys?"
"Trish said that you would call your mom, is that ok or do you want me to?" Brock asked.
"No, I'll tell her, but where are you guys?"
Brock gave her the address of the hospital and the room number. "Ok, I'll call mom and I'll be there as soon as I can. Tell her I love her and I'm on my way." Melissa said quickly and hung up.
She dropped her towel and ran out of the bathroom to find some clothes to wear and to pack. She heard some weird noises coming from downstairs. Not thinking, she still didn't have anything on, but she walked downstairs and found Dave in the living room. "What are you dong here?" She shrieked.
He jumped because he didn't know anyone else was there, "Waiting for your sister, what are you doing here? Naked?" He asked her.
She turned red and ran into her room and threw on some clothes. "Dave, you've got to come with me, Trish is really sick, she's going to need you."
"What? How is she sick? No wonder why she hasn't been returning my calls." Dave said to Melissa.
"Come on, I have to call mom and you can listen to me explain. But we've got to get going, Trish needs us!" Melissa exclaimed.
So the two of them piled into Melissa's car and they headed to the hospital.
**Well.what will happen when Dave arrives at the hospital with Melissa? What will happen between Melissa and Dave on the car ride to the hospital? Will this life-altering event cause Trish to notice something in Brock she didn't before? Please continue to read and review!! Have a great weekend, and new chapter on Monday!**
Trish was feeling worn out so Brock held her hand while she slept. '
Dr. Kennedy knocked and walked in. Trish didn't stir, but Brock smiled and nodded his head.
"I'm Dr. Kennedy, I'm Trish's doctor from Toronto."
Brock shook his hand, "I'm Brock, I'm a good friend of hers."
"Nice to meet you. If she doesn't wake up within an hour, please wake her and have her buzz the doctor. Don't tell her I'm here, but we need to go over some stuff soon." The doctor advised.
"Will do."
About a half-hour later, Trish woke up. Brock had dozed off and Trish couldn't resist to mess with him. She took her pillow and promptly hit him with it.
He awoke startled and she was laughing. "Wow, I didn't know that was all it took to wake you up."
"You're a punk, you know that?" Brock said with a smile.
"Yea, kinda."
"Call your doctor, he stopped in but you were sleeping." Brock said to her.
She hit the call button and stuck her tongue out at him playfully.
"What was that for?" Brock asked while making a mental note of how cute she looked.
"Because I can." Trish replied with a smile. "The pain meds have made me feel pain free."
Shortly after there was a tap at the door and Dr. Kennedy walked in.
Trish smiled, "Dr. Kennedy, you made it!"
"Yes I did. I hopped the company jet to make it here in time. I would like to go over your results and some other stuff and then we'll take you into surgery." He explained.
Trish looked at Brock, "Do you want to stay in here or would you rather hear it from me?"
"If it's ok, I would like to stay and support you." Brock replied.
"Instead of staying in here, I would like to bring you guys down to my makeshift office to go over everything." The doctor said to them.
They got Trish into the wheelchair and Brock wheeled her down with the doctor. They all got settled while the doctor pulled out Trish's chart.
The doctor cleared his throat, "Trish I got the results from the biopsy and they showed that the tumor was indeed malignant."
Trish's heart sank. She was dreading that response. She grabbed Brock's hand and held it tight. He rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb while listening intently.
"What we are going to do is go in and remove the tumor. If the cancer has spread to the uterus from the fallopian tube where the tumor is, we may have to do a hysterectomy. If the cancer has spread to the fallopian tube from the tumor, we will have to remove the tube, but that would leave the other tube and the uterus. But if having children is not of importance to you, the best way to insure that the cancer would be completely removed would be to undergo a hysterectomy." The doctor explained.
Trish had tears running down her cheeks. She knew that one day further down the road she wanted to get married and have children, but now she didn't know if she ever could. What man would want a woman who couldn't give him a child?
"Trish, I know this is a bit overwhelming, but I would like to get you into surgery as soon as possible." The doctor said bringing her back to reality.
"Could I have a few minutes? I don't know which I would rather do." Trish said trying not to sob too much.
"Of course, I'll come check in in a couple of minutes." The doctor said exiting the room.
Trish couldn't hold back anymore, she let the tears and the heart- wrenching sobs out. She couldn't believe what she had been told. Brock squeezed her shoulder. She stood up and climbed in his lap and held him crying. "Why is this happening to me? What have I done that is so wrong? I know everything happens for a reason, but I can't take it anymore. I've been beat up, hurt, betrayed, cheated on, lied to and now I'm being told that I have cancer and I have a possibility of never having kids, I don't know if I can do this alone."
Brock held her close and rubbed her back. He pulled her head away gently so he could look her in the eyes, "Trish, I know that you've been handed a pretty shitty hand of cards, but you will never, ever be alone. You have your family, and you will always, always have me." Brock iterated.
Trish smiled a little and held him. "I'm scared Brock. Do I try to salvage a slight chance of having kids ever? Or do I just give up on that dream and have him take it all? I mean I'm 27 years old, I shouldn't have to make decisions like this."
"Trish, I think you should do what you want to do. And I'll be there for you whenever you need me." Brock said rubbing her back.
"Would you call my sister for me? I don't have the time to. She'll call mom." Trish said to Brock.
"Is there anybody else you want me to call for you?" Brock asked.
"Not that I could think of, why do you know someone?" Trish said to him.
"Well, I didn't know if you would want Dave to know." Brock started to explain but Trish interrupted him.
"No, no not yet. I'm not ready to face him. He calls me all of the time, he asks the divas about me, I just don't feel comfortable yet." Trish said to him with a frown on her face. "I still care about him, but I'm not ready to face him.
"That's ok, I won't call him." Brock reassured her.
There was a knock on the door and the doctor walked in, "Have you gave your options any thought?"
Trish nodded, "I would like to try and salvage what I can. Just remove what you have to, and I'll go from there."
The doctor acknowledged her, "Ok, why don't you get back in the wheelchair and we can get you prepped."
Trish gave Brock one last hug. He held her tight, and had an overwhelming urge to kiss her, but he fought it back. He didn't want to scare her. She kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks for this Brock, thank you."
The doctor helped Trish sit down and he wheeled her away. Brock picked up his phone and called Melissa.
Meanwhile.
Melissa had arrived at Trish's house and began to unpack a few of her things. She figured she would go grocery shopping that evening. She looked around the house and noticed that some of the things weren't where they usually were. "Hmmm.that's odd." She thought to herself. She decided to take a shower and then hit the store. Just as she was starting to dry herself off her cell phone rang. She grabbed it, "Hello?"
"Is this Melissa?" An unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yeah, who's this?" She asked concerned.
"It's Brock, Trish's friend."
"Oh yeah, what's up?" She asked. She figured that Trish had talked to him about the Randy situation.
"I have to talk to you about your sister. Are you sitting down?" Brock asked her.
She sat down on the toilet seat, "Ok, I'm sitting, what's up?"
Brock explained in detail about Trish's cancer and how they were going to start treating it. Melissa had tears in her eyes, "Is she going to live?"
"The doctor's sure she's going to live, but she may not be able to have children of her own." Brock replied.
Melissa felt the tears trickle down her cheek. She knew how much Trish wanted to have a child of her own and how devastated she must be. "I want to see her, where are you guys?"
"Trish said that you would call your mom, is that ok or do you want me to?" Brock asked.
"No, I'll tell her, but where are you guys?"
Brock gave her the address of the hospital and the room number. "Ok, I'll call mom and I'll be there as soon as I can. Tell her I love her and I'm on my way." Melissa said quickly and hung up.
She dropped her towel and ran out of the bathroom to find some clothes to wear and to pack. She heard some weird noises coming from downstairs. Not thinking, she still didn't have anything on, but she walked downstairs and found Dave in the living room. "What are you dong here?" She shrieked.
He jumped because he didn't know anyone else was there, "Waiting for your sister, what are you doing here? Naked?" He asked her.
She turned red and ran into her room and threw on some clothes. "Dave, you've got to come with me, Trish is really sick, she's going to need you."
"What? How is she sick? No wonder why she hasn't been returning my calls." Dave said to Melissa.
"Come on, I have to call mom and you can listen to me explain. But we've got to get going, Trish needs us!" Melissa exclaimed.
So the two of them piled into Melissa's car and they headed to the hospital.
**Well.what will happen when Dave arrives at the hospital with Melissa? What will happen between Melissa and Dave on the car ride to the hospital? Will this life-altering event cause Trish to notice something in Brock she didn't before? Please continue to read and review!! Have a great weekend, and new chapter on Monday!**