Nervously, Bam sat at the dining room table with his cell phone in his hand. He flipped his phone, from end to end and along the side edges and had been doing that for the past few minutes. When he stopped doing that he began tapping on the table top with his fingers. He fidgeted in his seat and glanced up towards the clock a few times to see that, what seemed to him any way, the longer he sat there waiting the less time had actually gone by. He never been so nervous and scared in his life and didn't know what to do with himself but sit there and wait for his phone to ring.
Bam sighed and finally stood up and left the table. He picked up his phone and then sat it back down on the table, not knowing whether to keep it on him or not. He knew that if he left the phone where it was and went somewhere else, it would ring and he would miss the call he had been waiting for. But if he kept it with him he thought that his phone wouldn't ring. He decided to leave his phone on the table and just hope that he wouldn't miss the call. Bam walked over to the key hooks on the wall and grabbed the keys to the Hummer.
"Missy I gotta get out of here. I'm driving myself crazy just sitting here waiting around for a phone call. Which I don't know why I was doing that to begin with. That's not like me to just wait for my phone to ring."
He quickly left the house and got in the Hummer. Once he sat in the driver's seat he had no idea what to do next. He leaned back and sank into the seat and listened to the dinging noise from the dashboard, unaware that he had left the door open. Letting out a deep sigh he closed his eyes and pushed his hair back with his hand. His nerves were beginning to grow as he sat there and it caused him to get more and more upset as he continued to think about the phone call that he had been waiting for placing a hand on his stomach he began to get a horrible feeling that this was going to be the worst day of his entire life.
"I can't take it any more."
Bam sat up and took the key out of the ignition before getting out of the Hummer. He would back into the house, his stomach hurting a little more with each step, and went back into the dining room. He felt hot tears already forming in his eyes as he reached out for his phone. Right at that moment the phone rang so Bam quickly snatched it up and answered it.
It was just what he was both waiting for and dreading; the doctor. As he listened to the doctor he found it almost impossible to talk. He swallowed, hoping that it would push down the forming lump in his throat; which it had not. After the doctor had hung up, Bam stood there for a moment still with the phone up to his ear. A somewhat frightened expression had formed and froze upon his face from the moment he answered the phone.
He slowly lowered his arm to his side and slid his phone into his pants pocket. He wanted so badly for what the doctor had just told him to have been just part pf a horrible nightmare but he knew that it wasn't. His whole body trembled as the first of his tears fell from his eyes. He shook his head a couple times before closing his eyes for a second. Drawing his shaking hands up to his face to cover his eyes, he then used them to grab the sides of his head instead. Then like a dam bursting, Bam collapsed to his knees and shouted as he broke into sobs.
"Oh God no!" He screamed "No no no no no no no!!! This can't be happening to me!"
He clutched his eyes tight and rocked back and forth a little as he sat there wracked in tears. Missy ran over to him and sat down on the floor next to him, immediately scooping him into her arms. She rocked with him and soothingly patted him on the back as he buried himself into her neck and shoulder. Bam cried and incoherently mumbled into Missy's body as she held him. He then lifted his head a little bit and with a whimper in his voice he spoke the phrase "I don't want to die." over and over.
Two words. Just two words were all it took to bring Bam into the state that he was in right at that moment. Stomach cancer. It was the last thing he ever expected to happen to him; the last thing that he ever expected that he would ever have to go through. After everything that he had done to himself through out his life, the completely insane stunts that he had endured just for the sake of entertainment value, this had to be the thing that he feared would kill him. He had always said that he never had been scared that anything that he would do would kill him because he had only lived in that moment. He never was afraid of anything killing him. But this time he was more scared than he had ever been before. He had no idea how he was going to manage to go through everything he would have to endure with the cancer. He had no idea what to expect from the cancer. He wasn't sure if he thought that he would be able to make it through the illness or not. All he knew right then was he had cancer and it frightened him to no end. For the very first time in his life he was scared that he was going to die.