"How can this be? I mean...are you sure?" Spike asked the doctor as she
chocked back tears. "Definately. There is something there. Emma has
leukemia."
Emma was sitting nervously in the waiting room of the doctor's office. She wondered what was so urgent that she and her mother, Spike, had to rush down there. Dr. West had said that it was too serious to talk of over the phone and that she and Emma should come down. But what Emma was unaware of is that the bad news was about HER; not her mom. Emma was going out of her mind with worry. a dozen thoughts about her little brother or sister raced through her brain all at once. "He or she will be fine." She told herself. As much as she tried to reassure herself, even she didn't believe it. Emma kept looking at the door constantly wondering what was taking so long. And if it was such a long time, then whatever it was, must be bad. Very bad.
Finally after what seemed hours, Dr. West poked his head out the door and said, "Emma, will you please join us." Emma rose from her chair and rushed to the door. As she entered, she saw her mother standing in the corner, silent tears running down her cheek. "Mom, what's wrong?" Emma asked hysterically. "What's wrong with her? Why is she crying? Is it the baby? Is it alright?" "Woah! Slow down Emma! You should probably sit down." "No, thanks I'll stand. Now what is wrong?" Emma insisted, becoming nervous and frustrated at his hesitation. "Emma, i don't know how I'm supposed to say this," the doctor expressed sympathetically, "it's not your mom." "What do you mean?" Emma asked cautiously, "If it's not something about my mom or the baby than what's wrong?" "It's you." The doctor said hurriedly. "There's something wrong with you." "What is it?" Emma asked, on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry that we didn't catch it sooner." Dr. West said apologetically. "What is it!" Emma exclaimed. "You have leukemia Emma." Spike made a stifled cry. "Maybe you should sit down, Spike. You don't look good and we don't want any fainting incidents. It would hurt the baby." Spike lowered her very pregnant self into the chair beside the bed. "Emma, I'm so sorry. It just sort of appeared out of no where on your tests." "So what happens now?" Emma asked cautiously. "Well, we'll start you on treatments. Some tests will have to be done. Eventually you will have to star chemotherapy." "So i have to lose all my hair?" "Yes. If you want to save your life."
Emma was sitting nervously in the waiting room of the doctor's office. She wondered what was so urgent that she and her mother, Spike, had to rush down there. Dr. West had said that it was too serious to talk of over the phone and that she and Emma should come down. But what Emma was unaware of is that the bad news was about HER; not her mom. Emma was going out of her mind with worry. a dozen thoughts about her little brother or sister raced through her brain all at once. "He or she will be fine." She told herself. As much as she tried to reassure herself, even she didn't believe it. Emma kept looking at the door constantly wondering what was taking so long. And if it was such a long time, then whatever it was, must be bad. Very bad.
Finally after what seemed hours, Dr. West poked his head out the door and said, "Emma, will you please join us." Emma rose from her chair and rushed to the door. As she entered, she saw her mother standing in the corner, silent tears running down her cheek. "Mom, what's wrong?" Emma asked hysterically. "What's wrong with her? Why is she crying? Is it the baby? Is it alright?" "Woah! Slow down Emma! You should probably sit down." "No, thanks I'll stand. Now what is wrong?" Emma insisted, becoming nervous and frustrated at his hesitation. "Emma, i don't know how I'm supposed to say this," the doctor expressed sympathetically, "it's not your mom." "What do you mean?" Emma asked cautiously, "If it's not something about my mom or the baby than what's wrong?" "It's you." The doctor said hurriedly. "There's something wrong with you." "What is it?" Emma asked, on the verge of tears. "I'm so sorry that we didn't catch it sooner." Dr. West said apologetically. "What is it!" Emma exclaimed. "You have leukemia Emma." Spike made a stifled cry. "Maybe you should sit down, Spike. You don't look good and we don't want any fainting incidents. It would hurt the baby." Spike lowered her very pregnant self into the chair beside the bed. "Emma, I'm so sorry. It just sort of appeared out of no where on your tests." "So what happens now?" Emma asked cautiously. "Well, we'll start you on treatments. Some tests will have to be done. Eventually you will have to star chemotherapy." "So i have to lose all my hair?" "Yes. If you want to save your life."