Just Another Cancer Patient

2 •Lacey•

Cancer.

A disease in which abnormal cells divide uncontrollably and destroy tissue.

The amount of time I had heard the word cancer made me want to choke every nurse and doctor within my sight.

Cancer really did suck balls though.

My least favorite part wasn't the chemo or endless drugs I had to drown myself in every day. It was losing my hair.

I mean, if I'm going to die I don't want to die in misery without my hair. I'd rather die with my 'disease' to be honest.

All my beautiful waist long auburn hair was gone replaced with a shiny bald place that made my head feel weightless and pathetic.

But I knew my mom and dad would want me to fight with everything I had so I buzzed off my life's work and numbed out the pain of chemo.

I hear my door open and I look up from my book.

"Hello Lacey how are you feeling this morning?" Nurse Halle says setting down my breakfast tray.

I take out my earphones and give a dazzling smile that was oozing with sarcasm.

"Well Ms. Halle to be frank, I feel like a pile of horse shit and piss." I say with enthusiasm picking up the crap they called food. Atleast they had good chocolate pudding.

"I know that but it's my job to say it as a nurse. Now as a good friend I'm asking if you want another cup of pudding?" She gives me a wink.

I grin. "You sly dog stealing from the hospital cafeteria."

She laughs and sets down the bag of weed.

Okay, in reality she set down the zip up medical bag of my required doses of medication for the morning.

You know what to do.

I down every single pill she tells me to and sit back not eating anything else. I only ate a cup of pudding with every meal so my stomach wouldn't burn being empty with just meds.

I was ready to die. I just needed a little push.

"Today marks the day of the volunteer you get to slave around." she jokes handing me an orange juice.

I smile. I wonder if it's a cute old lady that brings me cookies. Those are usually the typical volunteers at this hospital. I should know. I've been here two years.

Let's hope they don't learn to love me. I'm going to be six feet under within six months.

"I think they're here." Nurse Halle says glancing at the clock above the t.v.

9:00 am sharp.

After I sip on the orange juice watching The Days of Our Lives the door hinges squeak.

I look up to see a hot guy with blonde hair, a plain black shirt with blue jeans, slight freckles, and chocolate brown eyes.

"Buddy, I don't know if you can't read signs but this is the cancer ward not the sick grandmas ward." I turns back towards a the television.

I know it's not right to judge people but the look on his face looked like he couldn't give two shits if I started having a seizure right now. In fact he'd probably start eating chicken nuggets if I started spasming out.

"Actually, I'm your volunteer if your names Lacey so it looks like I am in the right ward. So please go on watching tv while I waste my summer on you." He states coldly.

I just laugh a little bit and he looks unfazed.

"Okay Tubby," I call him, "don't you worry your little head about taking care of me, I can take care of myself. And as to wasting my your summer on poor little ole diseased me? Don't fret. I'll be dead before I even turn seventeen." I say smiling as if I were talking about my favorite member of one direction.

Then I jump out of the bed and walk past him shoving my shoulder into his.

Can I get an applause?

Then I skip towards the kitchen to maybe get a free piece of fried chicken from Ms. Darla for Troy.

•. •. •. •.

"Ugh. Troy you little dingle weiner!" I groan at the grinning boy sitting against the couch beside me.

He had beaten me a Mario Kart to many freaking times.

"Sorry sweet cheeks." says the fifteen year old.

He was basically my only friend. The rest were either to scared, to young (basically), or dead.

After the accident all my so called friends left and I was alone. So alone that even the nurses scrambled out of the room after they gave me my meds or checked my vitals.

It got better after several months though. Ms. Halle sort of took me in and then Troy came along.

We considered each other family. Even though he still had his parents that came everyday after work that was okay. I was just an 'depressed child'.

Though I never really liked the book The Fault in our Stars, Hazel had some good points. Depression wasn't a side effect of cancer, it was a side effect of dying.

Just as we start another round of Mario, the game room door opens.

And alas walks in... the asshole from half an hour ago.

I narrow my eyes at him and he just awkwardly shuts the door behind him.

"Hey bro." Troy says. "When did you get diagnosed?"

"Uhm actually I haven't. I'm her assistant." he points at me.

"It's not nice to point dipwad." I accuse.

He frowns at me.

I tried to get everyone to have low opinions of me. Then no one would miss the little cold hearted bitch.

"Listen. I'm not a fan of being your assistant either but it's either this for a year or jail for three years." He sits down on a love seat.

"Well." Troy states after the deafening silence.

"Welcome to the Cancer Squad."

He was a strange guy but I still loved him like a brother.