In Sickness and in Health ( Fall out boy )

Chapter 9

P.o.v Patrick

"Ok, so I think our best option of fighting this is chemotherapy." The doctor states with a forced smile as he sits across from me.

The second day with the news looming over my head is no better than the first, but the guys have a new attitude- that of an enthusiastic outlook on the whole situation. It kinda makes me sick, watching them fake this whole new persona to try and keep me happy.

The doctor pulls me from my thoughts as he explains the process, "We will insert a central line into your chest to administer the drug directly into your bloodstream, and the last five inches or so of the tube will hang out of your chest. It won't obstruct your daily living. This tube will stay in as needed. Any questions so far?" He stops and folds his hands in his lap casually, gently gazing at me.

I clear my throat, "Um, does the tube... Hurt?" The question sounds childish as it leaves my mouth, and I mentally slap myself for it.

He smiles understandingly, "No, no, it doesn't. You'll be under anesthetic for the procedure but living with it will be slightly uncomfortable and will take getting used to. Typically, no pain." I nod, taking a deep breath.

I wish Elisa was here so I could hold her hand as I receive all this information, "Are there any side effects to the chemo?"

"Yes, there are a few: nausea, vomiting, hair loss, fatigue, mouth sores, and in extreme cases, other cancers." He explains, and the thought of all of them makes me shiver with dread.

But he continues on nevertheless, "With your type of cancer, you will need to stay in the hospital for a few days, maybe a week, after receiving the Chemo and then you can be released. This is because you are vulnerable to infection and the staff can help deal with that and side effects." His voice drones on and on, bearing with it more stress and worry.

"Between each treatment you will have a rest period of a couple of months, and then you will come back for another round. Is this all making sense?" He asks, his concerning stare unrelenting.

"Yeah, yeah it is. Just a lot to take in." I reply, my mind drifting to think about touring. Would I be able to continue on between treatments?

"You're free to go now, call tomorrow to make an appointment to have the central line put in, alright?" He says, closing my file and standing up. "Hang in there, Patrick. We can do this." He shakes my hand and is out of the door as I say thank you.

My head feels as if it is about to explode as I stand up, but now there's something I need to do...

Again, I'm basically getting all my research off of the internet (which isn't always reliable) so if I'm misinterpreting anything and giving wrong information, I am so sorry!