25% of people last one year.
"kuroo"
5%. 5 years.
"kuroo?"
so what are my chances?
Stage three glioblastoma. Its an extremely rare form of brain cancer and we recommend chemotherapy immediately, we can transport you to a hospital nearer the city for quicker treatment, you 'd be surprised how much longer you get with medication, its the best option. Without it- i'd say you have about 18 months.
I'm so sorry
"sweetheart? Kuroo sweetie are you okay? You've been out of it all morning.''
I snapped back into reality. Right, we're on the way to our new house, anyone would think my moms never been outside before the way she spoke so eagerly; new new scenery, new school, ah right I'm pretty sure she mentioned a volleyball club, finally now were talking. I remember playing volleyball with my dad all the time when I was younger, I mean not to sound like I'm bragging or anything but my dad was a pretty amazing coach, taught me everything he knew. I miss him sometimes, I think mom does too though she never brings it up. I wonder what his reaction would be if he heard what happened.
I was diagnosed 7 months ago with terminal brain cancer, today was the day we moved to a new city in order to get treatment.
We pulled up outside a mini detached house and began to unload the car, the moving truck must of got here a little earlier than us, towers of boxes surrounded the front porch and along the driveway earning a long sigh from the both of us. I went in first, immediately being hit with a poof of dust. It must of been a while since someone lived here based on the state of the house; cobwebs, dust bunnies, and- a RAT??
Sweeping the floor was my first priority along with getting rid of half a rats dead body, ugh disgusting. Admittedly this house wasn't in the best condition, but it wasn't all bad, most importantly mom looked happy. It took around 3 hours to get everything unpacked and put where they were supposed to go, we must of finished around the time school ended, kids wearing navy blue blazers and ties began to fill the pavements and separate into different routes when they got to their houses, I wonder if they are from the school I plan to go to. One boy in particular caught my attention, he trudged along the other side of the road and down the street, a set of black headphones on while in his own world.
" Dinners ready!" And by dinner she mean miso soup with a side of pills.
"I know it looks like lot, but you'll get used to them" this was moms way of encouraging me to be persistent with taking them, but I somehow couldn't see myself getting used to this. On my 5th one I felt my stomach heave, pouring soup down my throat in attempt to realise the pills grip, why are the yellow ones always the worst.
9pm, mom comes into my room and helps make my bed. Yes okay, you're witnessing a 20 year old man get his bed made by his mother, sue me. One thing is bothering me though, I know that look on her face, she wants to ask me something, probably about when I'm going to agree to radiotherapy. I googled up the after effects that can be caused by it, which is probably what scares me the most. The first symptom is feeling tired, nothing new there, numbness, sickness... hair loss. Ah shit, I was really hoping to avoid that, its bad enough being sick but now they expect me to go bald. I guess the symptoms without medicine are worse, without it I could have fainting spells, vision loss, and even...
There's a symptom I always try to avoid reading, though my eyes cant help to linger over the word once they come across it.
Paralysis.
Can I really become paralyzed? Nah no way, not me at least. despite having cancer I'm still healthy, but who wants to take a bet on their own body? I couldn't think much more about it as I found my mom gently shaking my shoulder, pulling me back to reality.
"Get some sleep , you start school tomorrow. But, you know you really don't have to go"
"I'm fine mom, besides I don't wanna stay at home all day feeling sorry for myself" a reassuring smile formed on my face as I spoke, although sometimes I felt like I was trying to convince myself, not my mom. But I meant every word I said.
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Life Goes On
Fanfiction"It may not have been said by someone famous, and maybe no one will feel comforted by it. But the only person I need it to comfort is standing right next to me"
