Hi People yeah...sori about the wait I was on a training weekend. Then we moved house so I had to by a dongle - Mobile internet - and it blocked fan fiction with the 'u must be over 18' shit . but yes I'm back now lmao

Oh I've read Bree Tanner I have mixed feelings on it its good and bad although I did like what happened to Deigo lmao i just love bad romance XD Anyway tell me what you thought of it!

Disclaimer: I don't nor have I ever owned Twilight

Chapter Five: Chemo Is A Bitch

Edward's head fell back against the large leather arm chair from his father's office. It'd been two months of Chemotherapy already and he'd only done about three things on his first list.
Crazy how time flies... that thought alone scared him. He hadn't gotten round to doing anything at all due to the sickness and bed rest. Damn it some days he was so weak even going to the toilet was a job!

He groaned at that If I'm this sick and week from Chemo twice a month what am I going to be like when I inevitably have to have it EVERY week? Edward mused on that Oh fuck Bella is going to be pushing me round in a commode...

Although that was a depressing thought he started to laugh a little loudly thinking about her having to do all the dirty work while he put his feet up and watched TV...it was like when they were teenagers again and Edward got a really bad case of Man Flu. He continued to laugh at that while Kate raised an eyebrow and patted his head.

'I'm glad to see you smile again you've been solemn all day.' She smiled brightly as she started to administer the last of the liquid into his veins.
'I've just been thinking really.' He mused 'About everything.'
Kate nodded sitting beside him on the bed 'Wouldn't think too much it might hurt you know.' She joked before turning serious 'There's always Edward so don't panic to much just get important things sorted.'
Again he nodded 'I plan to.' I'll get my will sorted sometime next week. Mental note book that later.

Edward started at the long white crisp sheet of paper in front of him on his little hospital bed table. It was entitled 'The List: Week One – April 9th to April 16th 2010'
He tapped his Parker pen on the edge of note book thinking about what to do from tomorrow onwards; the sickness usually took a day to kick in.

The obvious thing to do would be to start my will as soon as possible...just in case He scribbled that down putting a p for priority next to it. You're going to be sick from Saturday till Monday so you'll need something light to do that doesn't take much movement nor thinking Get two new books was the next thing he wrote down; something Bella could get from her vast library in Charlie's small basement.
If she can dodge Charlie's fishing things He laughed to himself again it was like an assault course down there...

Next was his column; he needed to write and email it to his boss before the paper went to print Monday's addition. He had an A4 page to himself that included pictures and three or four articles of local and both national and international sports. This would no doubt include the boxing match on Sky this Sunday which he planned to watch with Emmett.

Emmett He sighed thinking of his gigantic almost brother who was driving down on Sunday morning How the hell am I going to tell you about the cancer? Emmett was strong on the outside but when it came to serious life and death matters...he was a different man. A caring, worrying man who'll most probably make a few jokes and such to stop the sadness over whelming him. This was the forth thing on the list.

Wednesday he would meet his solicitor and make his Will official leaving Thursday free till he made yet another list for the next week.
Maybe this isn't so bad. Maybe taking it week by week will be a good thing. It'll give me the time to do something memorable with my family. It that statement he included his closest friend for from then on they'd be nothing short of family; thus making them just as important.

Sunday Afternoon

Edward sat nervously on the loveseat with his feet up on a poof that Esme had given him. A bowl lay also at his feet in case he needed to vomit like he'd done seven times already that morning. The clock above the mirror over the fireplace sounded out a chime informing him it was twelve o'clock; Emmett would be there soon.
'Calm down Ed.' Jasper sighed from beside him as he flicked through the channels. 'Things will go fine I'm sure. You know what Emmett's like. You'll tell him and five seconds later the oaf will be punching you where the needle goes asking does it hurt yet?'
Edward ran a hand through his bronze hair. He knew Jasper was completely right and felt somewhat calmer. 'I just worry about upsetting him Jazz. Deep down he's sensitive.' Jasper raised an eyebrow and nodded sarcastically 'Remember when Jessica what's-her-face dumped him in high school? He was upset for a week and almost quit the football team.'
'And then that Lauren girl walked on by in a mini skirt and he was back in the game.' Jasper reminded him as he changed the channel disgusted by the half naked woman on the screen in the latest music video.

Jasper wasn't gay, he was just a gentleman. Esme had always told him he was born into the wrong century; he should have been born back in the eighteen hundreds. Jasper had once dressed as a confederate army general for his and Edward's eighteenth birthday and when stood for a picture next to their French chateau modelled fireplace he looked absolutely perfect; like he'd been plucked from that time.

'I hear the mention of a mini skirt?' A deep voice called from the front door as it opened to allow Emmett's entrance. 'If I did I expect to see a good looking girl in one. So stick one on Jazz!' Although the twins rolled their eyes neither could help but snicker; Emmett knew how to make an entrance.
'Fuck off!' Jasper yelled back playfully as his almost brother sat down on the arm chair making himself comfortable.
'Shame.' Emmett said sulkily 'Where are the girls anyway?' throwing them a beer each.
'Out shopping with mom.' Edward said catching his beer sloppily. 'Dad's gone to see Charlie.'

Jasper took the can from Edward right off becoming the big brother he was, by five minutes, deciding he shouldn't consume alcohol in his condition even if Edward didn't believe that himself.
'Ok what's going on here?' Emmett demanded softly eyeing the brother suspiciously after the beer situation. He knew something was weird when the rest of the family had cleared out even though they knew he was on his way. Plus he'd spoken to Bella on the phone a day earlier when last he knew she working overseas in London. 'Well?' He re-demanded when neither offered an answer.

Edward took a deep breath 'Emmett I've got stomach cancer.' As he watched Emmett's face change from shock to disbelief to acceptance in his mind. He gave him a minute to contemplate it all before dropping the final bomb 'It's terminal.'
Emmett's, whose eyes were focused on the floor as he accepted the news, head snapped up 'W-What?' he gapped.
'I only found out a few months ago.' Edward tried to console 'To far advanced to do anything other than use Chemotherapy to extend my time.' Emmett didn't reply nor did he make a joke just stared right at his almost brother 'Hey you get to annoy me to the point of being incarcerated for another two years.' He tried to joke.
'I guess..' Emmett muttered however it was obvious he wanted to laugh at that.

Edward groaned 'Don't be sad Em. Mom's already taxed that.' Again Emmett was silent 'See I told you I shouldn't have told him until it was necessary!' he growled at Jasper.
'Oh yeah I'm fucking sure that's a better idea.' Jasper snapped sarcastically 'Give him a month to do everything with you!'

Emmett watched the two bicker while he sat silently opposite. Unknowingly to them the cogs were rolling inside his brain; he was devising a plan.
'Eddie Jazz get your coats!' he commanded suddenly with a grin 'We're going out.' The twins immediately stopped their tiff and returned their gazes to him.
'Em I'm not so sure that's a good idea Edward's been sick all morning.' Jasper stated disallowing Edward to answer.
'Tough!' Emmett replied before throwing Edward over his shoulder like a sack of potato's 'Meet you in my car Jazz. Bring money and your coats don't need Eddie freezing now do we?'

'Emmett I have to do my column on tonight's fight!' Edward complained struggling weakly; if he spun right now the jacket he was on would be painted a new colour of yellow. 'And my name is not Eddie!' He complained like a two year old.

His protests were futile because soon enough Emmett had strapped him into the passenger side and locked the front doors.
'Where the hell are we going!' Edward said trying the door.
'We my friends,' he started as Jasper slid in with coats and his wallet looking rather annoyed 'are going to a strip club in Port Angeles then because Eddie,' he ignored the intense glare Edward sent him at the nick name which haled from one Halloween watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show when they'd just turned teenagers 'will only throw a tantrum we're going to head to a bar to watch tonight's fight.' A second later the car was zooming off towards Port Angeles.