Disclaimer: I own nothing. Neither the idea for this fic, nor the show it pertains to truly belong to me. Beverly Hills 90210 belongs to Aaron Spelling, Paramount, and CBS. The plot for this fan-fic was bestowed on me by MargretAndHawkEye4Ever.
Author's Note: First of allThanks to all of you who have read and reviewed thus far. I hope you will all continue to do both! Secondly, I do apologize for the wait. I have been extremely busy as of late. Thirdly, I would like to state that some of this information may be somewhat implausible, but I would like everyone to keep in mind that this is fiction after all and Fourthly I just want to warn everybody that this fic could get pretty sad and dramatic from this point on. Also I want to ensure everyone that I will finish this fic but updates could take awhile as I have three other fics I am currently working on, plus my job and plus any other tid bits life would like to throw my way, well I believe that's all and without further ado here I present to you…
Beverly Hills 90210
Brenda's Cancer
Chapter 4
And the Rough Days Just Keep on Coming
It was a Saturday, but it wasn't just any ordinary Saturday no matter how the Walsh family wished it was or that it could be otherwise. Both their twins spent a majority of the day in their rooms avoiding the outside world.
Brenda was so scared she could hardly breathe, let alone think straight, she knew that whatever information Doctor Donna was going to give them about her cancer couldn't be good because otherwise 'why wouldn't she have just told them over the phone? Why would they need to come in and have a meeting about it?' And Brandon well he tossed and turned in his bed in his room as he tried to force himself to go back to sleep rather than think about what was to come his thoughts were much like that of his sisters and he didn't want to think about her having to go through what Shelia had to go through it hurt him to much.
Finally the dreaded time at last came and the Walsh family silently got in the car and drove down to the clinic together each of them a million miles apart in their own minds, even though they all sat in the same vehicle together. Mr. and Mrs. Walsh in the front and Brenda and Brandon in back seats ironically all them right there with each other but somehow not.
When they at last arrived in the parking lot of the clinic, the family all still silent exited the car and walked slowly up to and into the building. Mr. Walsh assertively walked up to the desk and told a woman behind the desk who they were and who they were there to see and then as the woman handed him a clip board the rest of the family went over to the waiting area to sit down. About two minutes later Mr. Walsh joined them and then about five minutes later Brenda's name was called and in unison the family stood and followed a different young woman to Doctor Danna's office, where a little less than three minutes later Doctor Danna joined them.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Walsh, Brenda and Brandon." Greeted Doctor Danna as she stepped inside and shut the door.
"Hello Doctor Donna" Mr. Walsh replied for all of them as she took her seat and the family eyed her expectantly while she reviewed her clip board. 'This part of my job is never easy and no matter how many times I have to do this it never gets any easier ' thought the female physician sadly as she tried to distance herself from the case as best she could after all, she'd grown quite found of Brenda and hadn't really expected to have to tell such a brave and young woman such terrible news.
"Well, I am sure you're all wondering about my reasons behind having you all meet with me here today. I know that of course, you are aware that Brenda has Breast Cancer but I did not give you very much information on the phone and that is because of the severity of the case. I am sorry to have to tell you this but Brenda has a very aggressive and advanced case of Stage three A Invasive Ductal Carcinoma or IDC Breast Cancer." The Doctor said trying to put it as delicately and as plain as she could.
"Pardon me, Doctor, but what exactly does all that mean?" asked Mr. Walsh doing his best to restrain his emotions and obtain the necessary information on his daughters illness so that he could be the strong parent that Brenda was going to need right now to make the most effective and important decisions for her about treatment.
"IDC as I have already tried to explain is a type of invasive Breast Cancer. It is actually one of the most common types of Breast Cancer found in woman today. Eighty percent of women suffer from this particular type of Breast cancer, though in Brenda's case it is the stage that it is at that concerns me. Brenda," said the Doctor now turning to her patient. "I am sorry, but this cancer has advanced like these types of cancers do via your bloodstream and has infected other areas of your body, so much in fact that is already considered to be at Stage Three A. Now what that means, Mr. Walsh," said the Doctor redirecting her attention to Brenda's father. "Is that the invasive cancer has grown larger than five centimeters and has spread well into the under arm, and lymph nodes. Plus since it has made its way into Brenda's bloodstream there isn't much we can do for her now treatment wise at this advanced stage, except maybe ease the pain and I guess what I am trying to say is that, Brenda," she said returning her focus once again to her patient. "You have maybe six months to live." The Doctor finished sadly and after a brief pause she added. "I am very sorry."
The silence in the room was almost deafening. Mrs. Walsh had covered her mouth with one of her hands and had the other wrapped around her stomach and was now bent over like she might be sick and her world was spinning, as it was becoming harder for her to breathe until she finally passed out and although Mr. Walsh had caught her he looked a sickly pale color that would have made anyone worry that he might pass out himself at any minute and Brandon could have matched his parents sickly colors except that he couldn't have passed out even if he'd wanted to. His head was a whirl wind, and his eyes shown with unshed tears and their was a look in them that Brenda had never seen, a look of such heartbreaking tumultuous turmoil that his eyes reminded her of the pictures she'd seen of the center of a tornado, in its calm before the eye of the storm hit and then, there was she, herself. She was another story. She was so scared, she could feel it but in all honesty it felt like this was all happening to someone else. She wanted to retreat back to her mistake theory once more to make it all go away but she knew that was impossible now. This was it. She was dying.
Author's Note Continued: I know, kind of a wicked note for me to leave off on and yes, a bit short but none the less effective, right? Let me know what you all think, please!
P.S. How many of you besides me bought the second season of Beverly Hills 90210 on May 1st when it came out?
Well anyway G2G,
-Beastboy4pres052
