i'm thinking of making this just a nice little short story. just one of those stories where it makes you smile and cry at the same time. well cry more with Albus's story. but you get the point.
i walked with my Dad to the hospital with dad the next. oddly enough Hermione Granger was being treated their as well. but anyways, when we got the test results the doctors said my dad had a 55% chance of survival without chemo, and an 85% chance with it.
"that's great." i said to the doctor, "did ya hear him Dad, we can beat this."
"we? no, it's just me and my problem." he said to me, he looked up at the doctor, stood and said, "i apreciate you telling us that sir, but i have no intention of undergoing chemo."
"but you'll most likely survive with it." said the doctor.
"my mind is made up, i won't do chemo. thank you once again doctor." said my Father.
the doctor walked out confused. Dad put his suit back on walked out.
i followed him and tried to get his attention, when i eventually did i confronted him.
"Dad, why did you refuse treatment?" i exclaimed in anger.
"because, i don't want it." he said bluntly.
"well fine, but another thing. why did you say it was just you and your disease?" i asked him still angry.
"because, if i make it. i make it on my own." he said brushing past me.
as i watched him go i couldn't help but think to myself, sometimes you can't make it on your own...