chapter ~3~

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" Miss. Gabby, we have your results. "
My heart stopped. I couldn't breathe. I got up & locked hands with my mom. I was praying I was clean of cancer.
We got back to the same room, & she sat me down on the bed. I tuned out everything, just hearing the words " yes " & " cancer ".
I thought my life was over. I couldn't believe it. Me, Gabby Michele Ferguson, had cancer. I just had two questions. I raised my hand as if I where in school, & started on my 1st question.
" How long do I have to live? "
" Oh, sweetie, " My mom said as tears poured out of her eyes.
" We can't predict that yet but for now, as long as you would with out cancer. " The doctor replied calmly.
My heart slowed down a little, but I still had another question that I cared about the most.
" Am I still going to be able to cheer? "
" I know cheer is very important, but cancer is very dangerous. You can go, until it gets bad. " the doctor replied.
" How do I know when it starts getting bad? " I asked.
" Oh, you'll know. You will feel lousy. You will get sick often. The medicine you will take might make your hair, well, shed. "
" okay. I will keep an eye out for those signs & we will be very careful with the things we do. " My mom said.
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As we left all I could think of was my cheer life. Was it over? How long till it ended?
I was so tired. I could barely hold my eyes open in the car. I could just go home get in bed & go to sleep. Maybe it would all be over. "That's not possible" I thought to myself, falling asleep.

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