Chapter 8
Live Life to the Fullest
When Prue came down for breakfast, she looked pale and scared. Pheobe was either oblivious to it, or she didn't want to admit it. Prue asked if Pheobe was doing okay, and if she wanted to talk.
"I'm fine...okay...maybe not fine, but good enough. And yes, I would still like to talk...if you want," Pheobe said. "But not about me."
"Then what about?" Prue asked.
"About you."
"What about me?" Prue questioned.
"I know you are scared, Prue, and I know you need to talk. I mean, I haven't noticed you acting scared...well...maybe a little...but I know that you have to be scared. Prue, you're dying," Pheobe reminded.
"Thanks for reminding me," Prue said. "But you are right. I am scared. I am scared I will leave you guys here, and I am scared of surgery, and I am scared of cancer, and of chemo, and I am scared that I won't ever be the same, and neither will you guys, and I am scared that everyone at work will treat me different, and I am scared that demons will attack and I won't be able to fight them," Prue said, opening up completely for the first time since her last doctor appointment.
"Wow. You really are scared. Okay. I have solutions to some things...like Piper and I will both go with you to your surgery, and you won't feel a thing. And don't worry about leaving us. Just live life to the fullest while you can, and you can't run from this. You have to fight it, so being scared won't help. No, we probably won't be the same, and neither will you. We will all be stronger," Pheobe explained.
"If I live," Prue said.
"Think positive. Oh yeah, if demons attack, then all we need you for is Power of Three. And if you feel well enough, you can help. If not, don't worry. And if people at work treat you differently, just ask them not to. Simple as that," Pheobe told her.
"I guess you're right. The thought of leaving you is what gets me the most. I would miss you guys so much..." Prue said.
"I know. We would miss you too. It would be unbearable. But we won't even have to miss you. You are staying with us forever," Pheobe said.
"I hope so. Thanks, Pheobe. Thanks for listening to me...and not freaking out. And thanks for saying all that. It was really helpful, and sweet," Prue said.
"No problem. That's what I do for the people I love the most," Pheobe said, leaning over to hug her oldest sister.
The rest of the week went smoothly. Pheobe went to school, Piper went to the club, and Prue went to Buckland's and told everyone her news. Jack was good about it, he made her feel needed, but not overwhelmed. Everyone else kept telling her not to lift things...not to write too much...for Prue, work was becoming a world of don'ts. But Prue didn't mind. She was glad they at least cared.
On Thursday, Prue took the day off, and Piper wasn't going to P3 that night. They had a group renting the facility for a family reunion, and alcohol was forbidden for the night, and she had Quake bringing in all the food and serving it. Chloe was going to oversee everything, so Piper didn't need to be there. Pheobe only had to go to school Monday-Wednesday, so she had both Thursday and Friday off. Prue was somewhat scared. She had always hated doctors, and surgery was completely new to her.
