The next day I was so scared of going back to Dr. Chow's office that I could hardly pay attention in class. Of course the teachers would try and get my attention, or talk to me after class – they all knew about my cancer, and they all wanted to help. I was sent to the guidance office twice, once during French and once during my history class, but nothing could take my mind off those MRI results.

After yesterday, Mr. Stewart has hardly said anything. My parents were called I know that much – and they are going to be informed immediately as to what is happening. Miley has constantly been wondering what's going on, I know this, but she hasn't said a word – I think she's too afraid to. Oliver been comforting, and although I haven't said anything I think he already knows what's going on – and he's scared to, but being a boy he hasn't showed all of his emotions.

"Do you want me to go with you today?" Oliver asked me quietly at lunch. I was set to leave early in about 10 minutes. "Because I can if Mr. Stewart lets me."

I shook my head, the last thing I needed was to have one other person mute. "Thanks Oliver," I gave him a small smile. "But I think I have to handle this one on my own."

Oliver nodded, and went back to his lunch. I got up, throwing mine away and waved goodbye to Miley and Oliver who were sitting at the lunch table quietly. I walked down the hallway to the office, with my book bag over my shoulder, and found Mr. Stewart almost immediately. He was sitting in the office, waiting for me as I signed out – he silently put his hand on my shoulder and we walked out together to the car.

It seemed like forever once we reached the hospital, and made our way into Dr. Chow's office. Dr. Chow had gone to get the results of the MRI and left Mr. Stewart and I sitting in the two chairs in front of his desk. I nervously tapped my foot and played with the nails on my hand as we waited.

"Good afternoon Lily," Dr. Chow said as he came back into the room. I nodded my head in response, and said nothing so that Dr. Chow could go on with whatever the news was. "Are you ready for the MRI results?"

Mr. Stewart and I nodded our heads simultaneously, and leaned forward in our seats, Dr. Chow sighed. "From what we, your medical team, can see on this brain scan is that the brain tumour has spread very quickly." I nodded, holding back my tears, "It would be useless if we were to operate, and could cause permanent damage."

"Permanent damage?" Mr. Stewart asked Dr. Chow.

Dr. Chow nodded, "The surgery could result in death." I swallowed hard, now leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my stomach. "We find that it would be best if Lily continued chemotherapy for a couple of weeks, and then if nothing progresses we'll leave the choice to you and Lily." Dr. Chow explained, "You have the choice to keep Lily on chemotherapy, or the choice to end the therapy and leave Lily's body to make its own decisions."

"What are the chances?" Mr. Stewart asked quietly, "That the chemotherapy will work for Lily? Would it be better to end the treatments?"

"Lily's chances right now aren't very high," Dr. Chow explained without giving us numbers – which I knew to be bad. "But I leave all choices up to you."

Mr. Stewart nodded, and looked at me quickly before turning back to Dr. Chow. "What would it be like for Lily," Mr. Stewart asked, "If we stopped the chemotherapy and she didn't get any better?"

"The specific brain tumour that Lily has will spread even farther," Dr. Chow told us as I shut my eyes and tried to block out the sound. "Lily will lose her senses one by one, and eventually lose the ability to breathe." I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn't stop the tears from coming down my cheeks. I really didn't want to hear the rest, but it seemed as if I had to, "We would keep Lily in the hospital for the last month, put her on a respirator, and make the process less painful."

I could see Mr. Stewart nod his head before I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my head on top of them, "Thank you Dr. Chow." I heard Mr. Stewart say, "Me and Lily will discuss this and get back to you on our decision."

Dr. Chow nodded, and Mr. Stewart and I left the room so that I could go into another to get my round of chemotherapy before I was allowed to go home. Now, after the chemo my hair started to fall out in huge clumps, not all together but every time a nurse held my hair back when I threw up pieces would end up in her hand.

So, we decided to shave my head so that I wouldn't have to deal with the hair loss any longer. It was upsetting, seeing my hair go like that and what was even worse was that, now I would have to tell Miley – because how else could I explain my bald head.

I sighed as we drove back to Malibu, a ski hat on my head to hide the hair loss. I had lost my eyebrows, and eyelashes a couple of weeks ago, but that had gone by unnoticeably seeing as they were blond in the first place - now I had no way of hiding. I kept trying to come up with what I was going to say, like should I lie, or should I blurt out the truth straight away.

"Don't worry about it," Mr. Stewart told me, placing his hand on my knee, "But we'll have to discuss what you want to do." Mr. Stewart added quietly – I knew he was already upset regardless of my answer.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Can we just see how chemo will work out?" I asked, unable to answer the question. Mr. Stewart nodded, and we drove the rest of the way back to Malibu quiet.

Once we were back at the house, I refused to get out of the car, so the both of us just sat there staring at the front door of the house. Miley would be home now, and so would Jackson – both would probably be on the couch doing homework, or watching television. So what was I going to do? Walk in, pull of my hat and let Miley fill in the blanks? I looked over at Mr. Stewart as if to say I was ready to go in, and he nodded, getting out of the car first and opening my door for me.