The next morning, I almost had to be dragged out of bed. I had a pounding headache again and nausea was making it harder for me to sit up.
"Lily gets up now," Blake walked into my room, and sat on the end of my bed. She was still in her pajamas, but the shoes on her feet told me that she was coming to the doctors with us. "Lily come play."
"I can't Blakie," I laughed, and attempted to sit up, holding my stomach as I did. "Are you coming with me and mommy?" Blake nodded, and her small brown curls fell in front of her eyes.
"Lily going to the doctors," Blake laughed and picked up my hand to drag me out of bed. "Lily going to get better now!"
"Thanks Blake," I smiled and suddenly the nausea didn't feel as bad anymore. "You're a great sister," I ran my fingers through her hair. "Now, go tell mom that I'm going to get ready."
Blake nodded, and ran out of the room. Then I slowly got up from my bed, and walked to my closet to pick out any clothes that I could possible find. I picked up the first shirt and jeans that I could reach; jean capris and a green long sleeved shirt.
"She's ready mommy!" Blake called out as she peaked into my room.
I laughed again, and walked slowly out of my room so that I didn't trip and fall like I had before. "Can we just get this over with," I asked my mom, who was sitting at the kitchen table. "I don't feel well at all this morning."
"Alright sweetie," mom walked over to me, bringing a granola bar with her, and holding Blake's hand. "Go start the car for me please?"
"Sure mom," I took the keys from my mom's hand and walked out into the warm California weather towards the car. I climbed in and put my belt on before I turned the car on, and by that time Blake and my mom had come outside and were coming my way. For the rest of the time, I looked out the window as the car passed by other people on the streets. When we arrived, I resisted going into the doctor's office.
"Lily Truscott," A nurse said into the waiting room, holding a clipboard and with a very serious expression on her face. "You may follow me now."
"Come on Lily," Blake laughed, not realizing what was going to happen, and dragged me towards the doctors office, where we were all told to sit down on three chairs in front of a desk.
"Oh," Blake smiled and ran towards the chairs. "I get the one in the middle!" Before we could even get into the room, Blake got into the seat and settled herself down with her hands on her lap and everything.
I had wanted to laugh at this, but was too weak at the time to do anything but take the closest seat I could find, while my mom took the other, and to wait for my doctor to come in, and to subscribe come medicine to make me feel better.
"Lily," the doctor came into the room with a very cheerful expression on his face. "Good to see you this morning, how are you feeling?"
"A little better," I answered honestly, and he wrote it on the clipboard on his desk.
He then cleared his throat, which made me a little more nervous than I'd expected to be, "Mrs. Truscott, we've reviewed Lily's tests twice," the doctor waited. "I'm sorry, Lily has a brain tumour."