Before we say goodbay

★Chapter II★

When I got home, dinner was already waiting for me on the table, and with it my parents with smiles on their faces.  You could see that they had a good day. I sat down and said while winking at them >>Hello, my dearest parents.<<

At which my parents laughed and asked >>Do you need money?<<

I smiled innocently and replied, >>So I can't be nice once in a while<< 

To which my dad replied, >>Yeah, let us get used to this. You better tell me how was your day at school. << 
Eating my dinner, I replied, >>How could it be?  Unfortunately, my school is still standing in the same place as it was.<< 
My mother, slightly annoyed, added, >>Stop complaining like that.  You don't even know how convenient going to school is.  You don't realize how problematic adult life is.<<  Knowing that my mother was going to start her little talks to me again, I quickly ate to the end and went to my room shouting >>I have a lot of homework to do.<<

I had a lot of homework, but that didn't mean I would do it.  I am a rather skeptical person for school.  In short, I don't care about school at all.

When I returned to my room, I immediately went to wash up and went to bed with my laptop, on which I watched the series for the next 8 hours.  Finally it was midnight ,so I decided to go to sleep.

At one point while I was sleeping, I had chest pains again.  This time there were much stronger.  Immediately, in pain, I started screaming for my mom and dad.  But I was afraid they wouldn't hear me because I could barely gasp. Fortunately they could hear me. My mother and my father quickly ran into my room.  My nervous parents started looking at me and touching me, saying irritably >>What's wrong?  What happened?  Are you okay? What does hurt you? ..<<

At one point my dad stopped my mum and said loudly,>>We have to go to the hospital with her! She can't even spoil the air! <<

My dad carried me to the car and we quickly drove to the hospital.  Tired and scared, I was lying on the back couch with my mum, which was  stroking my head.  The lights of the cars that passed us were faster than ever. My eyes were so frosty that I could barely see something for a moment.  My mother talked to me all the time to keep me awake but to be honest I didn't have the strength to listen to her back then.  Fianlly my dad roughted sharply and we found ourselves in front of the hospital.  Honestly, it's hardly what I remember from that night because I was not quite fit.  All I can remember is that it has been a long night.  Doctors, nurses and parents ran around the hospital like it was on fire.

When I woke up the next day, I found my mother sitting next to my bed. My mother looked tired and all her makeup was smudged. Right next to her was my dad, whos swollen eyes were dark as a night.

Feeling better, I asked with a smile on my face >>Mom, Dad?  What's wrong, after all I'm alive?  See,I'm feeling better?Hello, can you hear me?<<

My mother gripped my hand tightly and said in a tired voice >>Listen, honey.  We need to talk seriously<< My mom's tears were streaming down my mom's cheeks as fast as I have never seen before.

Nervous, I looked at my dad, whose eyes were screaming that it was very serious.

At that moment the doctor came to see me.
He smiled and said in a pleasant voice >>Good morning miss.  How are we feeling today?<<

I smiled and replied contentedly >>I'm all right, doctor.  But my parents don't seem to enjoy it that much<<

I chuckled and grabbed my mum and dad's hand. 

>>Exactly Joy ... There is something I need to tell you,<< replied the doctor whose smile vanished from his face, >>Joy, we found out that......you have lung cancer .... Normally we would start chemotherapy with you, but it's too late ...<<

Tears ran down my cheeks just like my mother's did.I smiled in tears and asked >>Am I dying?<<

The doctor looked down to avoid my sad expression and replied, >>Yes, Joy, you're dying.<<  Suddenly nervous, I shouted at him like crazy >>How am I dying!  It is impossible!  I'm only 17 years old!  I have my whole life ahead of me!  I cannot die!<< I started crying like crazy.  I looked at the doctor who was really sorry for me. 
I wiped away my tears and asked, >>How much time do I have left?<<

The doctor raised his head up, wiped a small tear that ran down his cheek and replied, >>We estimate about 9 months.<<

I started crying again and hugged my parents harder than ever.  My tears fell as fast as never and felt very heavy.  My dad's shirt was all wet with my tears.
At this point, the doctor left my room saying >>Sorry, I'll come see you later.<<

It was this moment my whole world collapsed.  Everything that seemed so simple to me suddenly turned out to be difficult.  All my plans for the next vacation were gone.

For the next 2 days, I slept for days.  Because I was crying all night long.  However, one night my mood improved and I reflected on my situation.  I asked myself if crying would help me at all?  I smiled and decided to move on.

The next day, when I woke up, I got up with a good mood.  I woke up my mom who was sleeping on the bed next to me and told her that I wanted to go back to school.  My mother was surprised at first but then she smiled.  I saw from her expression that she was glad that I finally smiled again after a few days.  At this point my dad came over for breakfast with fresh buns.  During breakfast together, I told them that I wanted to go back to school and spend the rest of my days like a normal high school student.  As if nothing would ever happen.

After a good breakfast, my dad went to discharge me from the hospital, and my mom stayed with me to help me pack.  While leaving the hospital, we met for the last time with my doctor, who was taking care of me for the last of the days. 
I smiled and said innocently, >>I would like to apologize to the doctor.  You know, when I found out that I had not much time left, I got scared.  But you know what I decided to lift my head up and make the live the last moments as good moments.<<

My doctor looked at me with a big smile and replied >>I understand you miss, I know how difficult it can be.  But the most important thing is not to be manipulated by the disease and keep moving forward.  I really like your attitude.  Goodbye and all the best! <<

>>Thank you and the same for you!<< I replied while shaking his hand.

And this is how I got home from the hospital.