Mesothelioma

8. Why Was He So Mad?

"Make a wish and take a chance"
~Unknown
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Not much happened yesterday. Dylan had chemo in the morning and then e was tired and slept, so I didn't get to try to achieve my mission but that's fine. Right now he's across the hall still sleeping. You can clearly see that when he sleeps he is in so much less pain than when he is up. Also when he sleeps he never let's loose of his grip on those dandelions of his.
Today once he wakes I want to ask him, again, why he is here in the hospital.
Oh, hey! The nurse just brought in breakfast! The bacon and eggs here actually taste like bacon and eggs and it's so good!

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Leukemia. He has Leukemia. Why in gods name would God give Dylan Leukemia!? That was a very poor choice. He shouldn't have given it to anyone!! No one deserves cancer. But Dylan!? Why Dylan!? Oh my god why give that to such a nice sweet guy!

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Me- Dylaaaan, dude, come on! You know I'm here because of my Mesothelioma so tell me why your here! Dylaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan it's not fair!! Dylan. Dylan. Dylan. Dude what do you have! Why are you here! (I continued this for another ten minutes .-.) dylaaaaaan why. Why. Why. Why. Why. Why are you here! Come one dyl-

Dylan- JESUS CHRIST IZZY SHUT THE ACTUAL HELL UP OKAY I HAVE LEUKEMIA GOD DAMN!

he was so mad at me and I don't know why. Like sure I got pretty an young after 10 to 15 minutes of that.. But still. He didn't look at me nor say anything for the next 20 minutes. And neither did I, I was to scared to. So I just got up and walked straight across the hall to my room. And now I'm going going to try to sleep.