Cancer Patient

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cancer

/ˈkansə/

noun

a disease caused by an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells in a part of the body.

(P.s this is not a third persons POV so don't worryyyyy. It's just a starter.)

"Daddy tell us a story please, before we go to bed!" As her father tucks her into bed, his hand pulls the covers over her frail body before going on to Elias, who was already sleeping, Layla expressed her gratitude. As he sits by his daughter, the father sighed. His fingers grazed the silken strands of her hair.

He wasn't feeling well, and he disliked storey times since his thoughts would only go to one story. No one has ever told this storey before. This was a storey that warmed hearts. After some deliberation, he concluded that the time had come. It was finally time for him to inform his kids about her. From the sound of her name to the warmth of her heart.

"What story do you want to hear?" He asked.

"Any! But no princess stories please." His daughter screamed, her arms encircling his. He chuckled, attempting to come up with a way to tell them the story. Attempting to think. It wasn't until he looked down that he noticed the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. A lovely bracelet with a variety of charms tied to it. Girly. He is well aware of this. But he didn't mind because it gave him another day to live.

He was afraid to remove it, afraid that one minute it would be there and the next it would've disappeared. He was not ready for that day to come, this bracelet meant the world to him. Every charm attached had a story. A story he knew he was ready to tell after years. A story he knew would give him great happiness at how far he has come.

"I actually have an amazing story, but you have to tuck in and promise me you would go straight to sleep after!" The father pointed at his children which caused them to nod excitedly. "It's a long story."

"Hurry up then," His son shouted from the top bunk.

"Okay, okay...it all started when she began vomiting...."

"Mum! Mum, it is happening again!" It just wouldn't quit coming out of my mouth. I had a firm grasp on the toilet seat when I felt my hair being removed off my back and away from my mouth. I immediately recognised their delicate hands as belonging to my mother. Her soothing words into my ear assured me that everything will be fine. After washing my lips and flushing the toilet, I slumped back against the wall.

To say that fear of pregnancy struck me, but I knew I couldn't be pregnant, so I dismissed it as a ridiculous notion. My hands rushed into my hair as my mother sat in front of me, her brown eyes filled with compassion. My mother sat in front of me, crossed-legged, with my knees to my chest and arms encircling them. "Better?" Her lovely brown eyes twinkled into mine as she murmured.

"Yeah, I'm fine...I-"

"Amira, we need to get you to the hospital; this has been going on for days, if not weeks." The hospital, the number of times she's mentioned it. I'd be a billionaire by now if she used that word every time I made a penny. Or, more likely, someone holding a ten-dollar bill. I shuddered at the thought of going to the hospital; I've never been fond of them. They made me think about things I'd rather not think about.

I groan and agree as she assists me in standing up; she pulls out a black sweater and pulls it over my head before putting on my Nike trainers. "I guarantee everything should be just fine," mum said softly as she held my cheeks in her fingers, inviting me to lean in even more. Being the youngest was the best; don't get me wrong, there were expectations and all, but my mother's focus was always on me.

We walk down the wooden steps and see my father standing by the door, smiling at me before hugging me tightly. "How are you doing, kiddo?" Before my mother begins whispering stuff into his ear, I nod. My brothers dashed into the hallway from the stairs, I turned to grab my phone; they looked half-dead from playing video games all night, yet it didn't seem to affect their studies. They would always pass with flying colours, which irritated me to some extent.

I did nothing but study day and night and end up failing every one of classes, except for English literature. I passed in that lesson. I mean can you blame me, it was the easiest class ever. The best. I loved reading unless I was moody, then the enjoyment of the classes would be overdue. It also really depended on the teachers as well, hopefully this new year would be just fine.

"So, who is he?" I hear my brother Jacob say as his arms cross over his chest, he tried making himself look taller but it didn't work out.

"I'm not pregnant and I don't feel comfortable talking about this!" My other two brothers were squabbling about the final chicken nuggets in the oven, so I remarked in hushed tones. They acted like they were still in high school, even though they were in their mid-twenties.

"Antonio, those were my left over chicken nuggets and you know it!"

"No they were mine, I discreetly remember not eating it!"

"Oh god you annoying son of a-"

"A what huh? I dare you, because dad is at the end of the room."

"Oh wow, you're really threatening me. You're using dad because of a chicken nugget!"

"Yeah and you know what else I would do!" Antonio whispered folding his arms.

"What's that?"

"Well firstly I would-"

"Simply give me his name, and I'll make him pay for the child." While my folks were getting the car ready, I groaned as I walked into the kitchen. This term, there was a lot of snow, which is to be expected in New York. Jacob chases me down; we've always been close. He feels obligated to defend me because he is the second oldest.

When I had my heart broken this one time, I saw him coming home with a bat! A bat! He said that he felt bad for wanting to beat him up but clearly I knew he got distracted. I open the oven and take out a chicken nugget, taking a soft bite. Turning around I see Antonio and Maxwell, their mouths were dropped open as they saw the chicken nugget in my hand.

"So you're telling me, we had a whole ass fight over something our sister just ate in three seconds?"

"Alright guys, we'll be back after we know what's going on with Amira." My dad mutters throwing on his jacket over his shoulder. We enter the car, the cold night causing sudden goose bumps onto my arms.

"Mum is everything going to be okay?" I whispered looking at her, her hands were on the driving wheel whilst the other was wrapped with mine. I was always the one who needed reassurance form her parents, despite being eighteen I still had my fears of adulthood. I usually always depended on my parents.

"Everything is going to be okay..."

The anticipation was killing me as my parents and I sat in the hospital after being summoned for an emergency. My Ugg boots were tapping too loudly against the hospital's tiles, and my sweatpants were tucked inside with my socks protruding. Timidly, my jumper got bitten on. Which is something I have a nasty tendency of doing.

Something is being chewed on. My brown curls were tucked into a small sloppy bun, and my round spectacles were perched properly on the bridge of my nose. My parents were holding one other's hands and spoke to each other.

"Do you think-"My mum mutters whilst facing my dad, as if treating me like a stupid child who doesn't understand.

"I don't know."

That was all I got from their little talk show of talking about me, I groaned loudly. "I'm hungry." I said, my dad hands me a few dollars into my hands.

"Well then go get something from the machine kiddo."

I continue to walk away from their conversation, nodding my head, until I reach the machine. It was brimming with all of the world's chocolate. Every single one of them. Mars, Snickers, and Aero and Hershey bars were among my favourites. After tapping a few numbers, I slid in the one dollar.

I When the chocolate bar was about to reach the end of the small twirls, it abruptly came to a halt. "What the actual fuckery?" I murmured, then began shaking the machine, only to find it stuck. "Why the fuck isn't coming out?" The Hershey bar refused to budge no matter how hard I kicked it. My utmost cravings for my Hershey bar were simply failing just now, and it was just my luck.

"See, that's where you're mistaken," when I see him, my head snaps and my eyes widen. He was stunning. His black hair fell softly across his brow in beautiful curls. His glistening blue eyes were the exact colour of the sea. His nose was prominent, not flawless but perfect in the sense that it was conspicuous. His lips were big and rosy, and his jawline snuggled into his cheeks. He was dressed in a black leather jacket and baggy but narrow jeans. Underneath, he wore a black V-neck shirt that was tight against his body, revealing his small perky abs. Then there are the combat boots. Wowed!

"I'm never wrong, look It's stuck." He shakes his head as if digesting what I said before walking closer towards me, his height over towering my own. He slams the machine with his fist and the Hershey bar popped out of the twirler.

"But I-I did the same. I kicked the damn thing." I said, looking down at the Hershey bar inside the flapper.

He bent down and slid it out, "guess there's a time for everything." He opens the bars and takes a bite of it, I gasped as he begins walking away with my Hershey bar.

"Hey, that was mine!"

"Not any more princess," Did he just? He just called me a fucking princess.

"I'm not a fucking princess-"

"Amira! Hurry up the doctor is waiting." I turn the other way and see my parents waving for me to hurry up. I ignored the little dick who stole my Hershey and begin rushing towards them.

"Amira, hello, Mrs. and Mr. Alexandra. So, I just got my blood test results from a few days ago." My mother squeezed my hand as I sat between my parents. The doctors' expression changes abruptly, and I immediately recognise that this is bad news. I wasn't prepared for anything he was about to tell me; in fact, I wasn't prepared for any news at all. But the moment his pupils dilated, I knew this wasn't going to end well.

"Amira...you have an early stage of leukaemia." At that moment I kind of blanked out, my mind was everywhere while my parents devoured the doctor with questions. I have cancer? Never In my life would I have this would happen. Everything was healthy, I run in the morning and go gym in the afternoon. Okay not completely, only sometimes then I don't bother to go the next day. But just the though of having something to kill me. Was that really something I wanted?

Was there a death wish for me? Yes, I made jokes about dying, convincing myself that I didn't mind dying. Now that I've learned that I have death cells inside of me, it's not looking good. "Are you okay, kiddo?" My eyes were watering out of nowhere, and I looked at the doctor, who was looking at me with a look of remorse in his eyes for reasons I didn't understand. My hands were slightly trembling from the tension I had already felt before entering the room. I had a feeling this wasn't going to go well. What made me think they were going to say I had salmonella or something?

"How many stages of leukaemia is there?" I asked a bit croaky.

"There are five stages of chronic leukaemia." He answered. "You told me that you were bruising easily, feeling fatigue, loss of appetite and a fever. Those were all stages of leukaemia so I had to take a blood test. It was a good thing you arrived at the hospital when you did because at the moment you only have stage one where the lymph nodes are swollen because too many lymphocytes are being made..." I blanked out; my parents were listening to all the suggestions of treatments. Whilst I simply began thinking of my future.

Was I going to pass away? Was I ever going to fall in love? Was I going to receive the job of my dreams? Was I really going to abandon my best friend? Death, as I prepared for the possibility of death. I'd only been alive for about half of my life. My heart was pounding against my chest, and everything around me was spinning with anxiety.

My heart rate was beating faster than usual and I knew if I didn't leave now I was going to faint. Wow! Fainting in a hospital would be a great place. "So, what do you suggest we do?" My father mutters.

"For treatment, I highly suggest chemotherapy. Chemotherapy is the major form of treatment for leukaemia. This drug treatment uses chemicals to kill leukaemia cells." I brought one of my knees and held it against my chest, I couldn't still allow myself to believe the fact that I have cancer. I was now a cancer patient for a reason I didn't know. I was perfectly fine a few weeks ago.

"How much are the treatments?" My dad asked.

"The usual chemotherapy cost can be anywhere from $200 to $2,000 and even upwards. This cost is applicable to a treatment that lasts for a total of 3 to 6 months. As for Amira's case It's probably more." My father nods his head and begins asking when we should begin the treatments, I was still so quiet. My mother's hands rubbing my own gently as she places a kiss against the side of my head.

"Everything is going to be just fine." She speaks softly. Was it, however, likely to succeed? I got out of my chair and walked out of the room, hearing my parents calling after me, but I couldn't stand being around them any longer. My ideas were swirling around in my head like a small whirlwind. I took a peek around the vacant corridor, which had only a few nurses passing by. The dazzling lights above my head were too much for me to handle. I put on my hood and started heading down the corridor. I take my phone out of my pockets and dial a phone number I haven't called in a few days.

"Hello, your best friend on the line and waiting for news." I let out a small chuckle as I lean against the wall. "Are you dying? Can I have your jumpers?"

"I have cancer..."

"What?" She whispers.

"I have cancer Belle..."

"When? When did you find out?"

"I found out today. I'm scared Belle. I'm so scared and I don't know what to do." I blurted out my hands rubbing the sides of my forehead as the small drops of tears fall from my eyes.

"Oh, listen it's fine. You are one of the strongest girls I know, how about you come over to my house tomorrow after school and we can talk face to face. Because I really want to hug you right now."

"I want to hug you too; I don't know what to feel...I have a time limit on my life and-"

"Did the doctors say that, listen I love you with all my heart but you need to have a positive mindset for this. I need you to be strong baby girl. I know this is going to be a tough journey and I promise to be there every step of the way. When you fall, I will catch you and lift you back up because I love you. You're my only best friend and I know you can do this. If anyone can do this, it's you."

The words that left her mouth made me so much better, so much calmer that I have someone to depend on. I feel like a weight has been lifted of my shoulder knowing that my best friend would be there. "I love you to and I promise to fight...I'm coming over tomorrow so tell your mum to make us curry." I hear her burst out of laughter and I know a hundred percent that she is looking around her dirty room.

"Most definitely, I love you belle, I'm only one call away."

And that's the first chapter done. Phew that took long but I'm not a slow writer. I hate things that take Its time. This is what happened and this is what my best friend started thinking when she first got told she had cancer.