Author's note: This is a short chapter to start with, I'm going to try and update everyday because I've written up to chapter 8 and I just need to type it up on my laptop. I have very little medical knowledge so most of this is probably wrong so please don't criticise me too much for it ;) All you Janny lovers, there is Janny to come and same with Jac&Joe... Please review, it means A LOT and I desperately want to know what people think! Thanks for reading x
Chapter 1. Nothing you can do
"I'm sorry Mrs Maconie but the tests confirm that you do have a brain tumour." The doctor told me, a well practised look of pity on his face as he waited for the news to sink in.
"But you can do something?" I asked, my eyes staring into his.
"Given the size and position of the tumour, operating isn't an option I'm afraid but I would like to start you on a course of Immunotherapy." He explained.
"There's no way I'm having Immunotherapy! I'm a doctor, I know exactly how much strain it puts patients through. And don't even bother trying to persuade me otherwise, this my choice." I said, my stubbornness getting the better of me. "How long have I got?"
"A month, two at the most/ You should at least consider Immunotherapy as an option." He suggested, earning himself a well deserved glare in response. "Sorry. Would you like me to contact your husband? A family member?" But I just shook my head, telling Jonny wouldn't be easy, I knew that but telling him now would just be too hard and wasn't a thing I was prepared to just then.
"I suggest that you tell your family and friends as soon as possible to allow yourself to do what you want to do. I'll pescribe you something for the pain but other than that there's really not much else I can do. I'm aware that you've already begun to experience slight memory loss and that will begin to progress over time. You may also find it easier to use a walking aid as your symptoms worsen. I'll book you in for an appointment next week so that we can discuss your future care but its always best if you bring along a family member or a friend for support."
"Are we done?" I asked, catching a glimpse of my reflection in his vase and seeing how pail and wide eyed I'd gone.
I left the doctors office as quickly as was humanly possible, the thoughts that kept circling my mind gave me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach . Despite how hard I tried to block out one specific, it came flooding back. Again. Again. Again.
I was dying. And there was nothing I could do about it...