There was silence on the other end.
"Doctor please tell me. Am I going to be ok?" I asked with worry.
"I'm sorry Stacy. Your cancer isn't in remission."
"What? What does that mean?" I cried.
"It means although in the surgery we took out the cancerous spots, we didn't get it all and its spreading so we have to get you on Chemotherapy right away."
"When and where?"
"Tomorrow at the hospital at noon."
"What will I feel like after the chemotherapy?"
"You will feel tired, weak, and very nauseous. It will pass though. Afterward I recommend you sleep the rest of the day."
"Oh great more sleep. Like I haven't been doing that enough lately."
"I've got to run, but I will be there with you tomorrow."
"Thanks Dr. Marrow."
"Bye."
"Bye"
We both hung up. I looked at the ceiling trying to keep from crying. When I got calmed down I got dressed and brushed my teeth and hair. When I walked down stairs it was quiet and Matt, Jeff, and Spike was looking at me. Spike took me into his arms.
"Liz can you do Uncle Jeff a favor?"
"A- huh"
"Go play in your room for a while."
Liz nodded and went to her room. Jeff got up off the floor, took my hand, and led me to the couch to sit down. He sat next to me and Spike sat on the floor between my legs while holding my hand.
"What did the doctor say?" Jeff asked.
"She said....she said that my cancer isn't in remission and I have to start chemotherapy tomorrow." I cried.
"WHAT!" Spike yelled.
"That can't be right." Matt said in denial.
"It is. It is right" I cried.
Jeff and Matt held me closer to them and cried. Spike held onto my hands and cried into my lap. I don't know how long we stayed like that.
"Mommy?" Liz asked.
"Yea sweetie." I sniffled.
"I'm hungry." She said.
"Okay sweetie. I'll make you something to eat." I said.
I got up and so did Spike. I have him a hug and kiss. After that Jeff and Matt got hugs and a kiss on the cheek. I then went to the kitchen and made Liz a sandwich. That day went by slow and it was quiet. Spike, Matt, and Jeff took turns holding me through the day. They didn't want to let me ago afraid they might lose me. When I was asleep Matt called Vince to talk for all 3 of them and got more time off for them. The next morning I went to Chemo. The doctor was right because I felt weak, tired, and I was really sick to my stomach. As a matter of fact, right when I got home I went right to the bathroom to throw up. Spike came and knelt down by me and rubbed my back. When I was done I wiped my mouth and drank a glass of water. Spike led me to the bed where I laid down. He covered me with the covers.
"It will be over soon sweetie. It will all be over soon." Spike whispered as he stroked my hair.
"Spike?"
"Yea baby"
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Sure I can. What ever you want I'll get it for you."
"Tell me a story. It will help me fall asleep."
"Okay...um...Brock Lesner just arrived and "Mr. Perfect" being the jokester that he was wanted me to pull a prank on Brock. So at a house show it was Brock and I. Well once I got Brock down I jumped on his back and was slapping his head. When he got up he was mad as a hornet and started chasing me. I ran in and out of the ring. Being smaller than him I could move in and out faster. He was trying so hard to catch me, but to no avail. Someone in the audience had a sign that said Brock's Bitch and so grabbed in and ran around the ring with him right on my tail."
I gave a tired chuckle.
"He then stopped and took a few breaths to calm himself down and you could see laughter in his eyes. I eventually went into the ring and got my ass kicked. When I went backstage Mr. Perfect was laughing so hard tears were running down his face and he was rolling on the floor. It took him a few minutes to gather himself up in order to go out there. To this day Brock thinks he can out run me but I doubt it." Spike said.
He noticed my eyes were closed and I was asleep. He kissed my forehead and left the room to let me sleep. He walked down stairs and walked to the door when he heard it knock. It was Jeff, Matt, and Liz. Spike picked up Liz and brought her into the living room as Matt and Jeff followed.
"How is Stacy doing?" Jeff asked.
"She's weak. The Chemo took a lot out of her. She's rest now, but when she came home she was in that bathroom throwing up. It killed me to see her that way." Spike said.
"I hate seeing her in pain. I mean when our mom was sick it was hard for all of us to see her in pain every single day and now our sister is going through all this pain. Its hard to watch." Matt said.
"I wish it was me and not Stacy. She doesn't deserve all this." Jeff said.
"Nobody deserves it." Matt said.
"We're lucky Vince gave us the time off," Jeff said.
"Yea, but we eventually have to go back," Matt said.
"I don't think I am going back." Spike said.
"What?!?" Matt and Jeff said.
"This whole thing with Stacy has got me thinking on what's important in life. And compared to Stacy, wrestling isn't worth it. I wanna be here with her everyday, not traveling across the world wondering if she is ok." Spike said.
Before Jeff and Matt could say anything I yelled, "Spike!"
"I'm coming." Spike called.
Spike placed Liz on Matt's lap and come upstairs by me. He sat on the bed and held my hand.
"What's wrong baby?" He asked with alarm in his voice.
"Doctor please tell me. Am I going to be ok?" I asked with worry.
"I'm sorry Stacy. Your cancer isn't in remission."
"What? What does that mean?" I cried.
"It means although in the surgery we took out the cancerous spots, we didn't get it all and its spreading so we have to get you on Chemotherapy right away."
"When and where?"
"Tomorrow at the hospital at noon."
"What will I feel like after the chemotherapy?"
"You will feel tired, weak, and very nauseous. It will pass though. Afterward I recommend you sleep the rest of the day."
"Oh great more sleep. Like I haven't been doing that enough lately."
"I've got to run, but I will be there with you tomorrow."
"Thanks Dr. Marrow."
"Bye."
"Bye"
We both hung up. I looked at the ceiling trying to keep from crying. When I got calmed down I got dressed and brushed my teeth and hair. When I walked down stairs it was quiet and Matt, Jeff, and Spike was looking at me. Spike took me into his arms.
"Liz can you do Uncle Jeff a favor?"
"A- huh"
"Go play in your room for a while."
Liz nodded and went to her room. Jeff got up off the floor, took my hand, and led me to the couch to sit down. He sat next to me and Spike sat on the floor between my legs while holding my hand.
"What did the doctor say?" Jeff asked.
"She said....she said that my cancer isn't in remission and I have to start chemotherapy tomorrow." I cried.
"WHAT!" Spike yelled.
"That can't be right." Matt said in denial.
"It is. It is right" I cried.
Jeff and Matt held me closer to them and cried. Spike held onto my hands and cried into my lap. I don't know how long we stayed like that.
"Mommy?" Liz asked.
"Yea sweetie." I sniffled.
"I'm hungry." She said.
"Okay sweetie. I'll make you something to eat." I said.
I got up and so did Spike. I have him a hug and kiss. After that Jeff and Matt got hugs and a kiss on the cheek. I then went to the kitchen and made Liz a sandwich. That day went by slow and it was quiet. Spike, Matt, and Jeff took turns holding me through the day. They didn't want to let me ago afraid they might lose me. When I was asleep Matt called Vince to talk for all 3 of them and got more time off for them. The next morning I went to Chemo. The doctor was right because I felt weak, tired, and I was really sick to my stomach. As a matter of fact, right when I got home I went right to the bathroom to throw up. Spike came and knelt down by me and rubbed my back. When I was done I wiped my mouth and drank a glass of water. Spike led me to the bed where I laid down. He covered me with the covers.
"It will be over soon sweetie. It will all be over soon." Spike whispered as he stroked my hair.
"Spike?"
"Yea baby"
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Sure I can. What ever you want I'll get it for you."
"Tell me a story. It will help me fall asleep."
"Okay...um...Brock Lesner just arrived and "Mr. Perfect" being the jokester that he was wanted me to pull a prank on Brock. So at a house show it was Brock and I. Well once I got Brock down I jumped on his back and was slapping his head. When he got up he was mad as a hornet and started chasing me. I ran in and out of the ring. Being smaller than him I could move in and out faster. He was trying so hard to catch me, but to no avail. Someone in the audience had a sign that said Brock's Bitch and so grabbed in and ran around the ring with him right on my tail."
I gave a tired chuckle.
"He then stopped and took a few breaths to calm himself down and you could see laughter in his eyes. I eventually went into the ring and got my ass kicked. When I went backstage Mr. Perfect was laughing so hard tears were running down his face and he was rolling on the floor. It took him a few minutes to gather himself up in order to go out there. To this day Brock thinks he can out run me but I doubt it." Spike said.
He noticed my eyes were closed and I was asleep. He kissed my forehead and left the room to let me sleep. He walked down stairs and walked to the door when he heard it knock. It was Jeff, Matt, and Liz. Spike picked up Liz and brought her into the living room as Matt and Jeff followed.
"How is Stacy doing?" Jeff asked.
"She's weak. The Chemo took a lot out of her. She's rest now, but when she came home she was in that bathroom throwing up. It killed me to see her that way." Spike said.
"I hate seeing her in pain. I mean when our mom was sick it was hard for all of us to see her in pain every single day and now our sister is going through all this pain. Its hard to watch." Matt said.
"I wish it was me and not Stacy. She doesn't deserve all this." Jeff said.
"Nobody deserves it." Matt said.
"We're lucky Vince gave us the time off," Jeff said.
"Yea, but we eventually have to go back," Matt said.
"I don't think I am going back." Spike said.
"What?!?" Matt and Jeff said.
"This whole thing with Stacy has got me thinking on what's important in life. And compared to Stacy, wrestling isn't worth it. I wanna be here with her everyday, not traveling across the world wondering if she is ok." Spike said.
Before Jeff and Matt could say anything I yelled, "Spike!"
"I'm coming." Spike called.
Spike placed Liz on Matt's lap and come upstairs by me. He sat on the bed and held my hand.
"What's wrong baby?" He asked with alarm in his voice.