One sick love story

Hope

Authors note:

I'm very sorry that I haven't been posting for a while, I have been very busy, but hopefully the next few parts won't take so long to come out.
I have put a lot of care and thought into this chapter, more characters are introduced and another step to Darcy and bens story is added.
I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 9:

How can it have spread already? I was only diagnosed a month ago.
"Doctor how is this possible?" I ask.
"Well, it seems that the tumour has been growing in your liver for a while."
"Wait...there's a tumour?"
"Yes. But there is still hope-"
"HOPE!" I scream. "How can there be any hope, when I have Cancer in my blood and now a whole freaking tumour in my liver?"
"Because Darcy, you didn't let me finish. The tumour is large enough so that we can remove it. It may have not been caused by the leukaemia, it may have already been there before you were diagnosed. This means it has been growing for a while. We don't know exactly how long, but it seems large enough that we are able to remove it"
"You can get rid of it still?"
"Hopefully. Keep your head up Darcy, there is still hope. There's no reason why we can't cure you."
"So when will I have it?"
"We don't know yet. I will arrange a date for soon."
"Soon? Like how soon?"
"I don't know yet Darcy, just be patient. we're going to keep you in here for a couple of days, just so we can monitor you, then hopefully In a few weeks time we can give you surgery"
"Okay" I say sadly. As I have just found out i am going to be staying in hospital for a couple of days, but I just want to go home.

However my main worry is the fact that ben has just found out about my Cancer and now I have to make it even worse by telling him it's got worse already.
I never really got to have a proper conversation with ben about it, he was just shocked and angry, then I passed out. I wonder if he's still here?

A few minutes later it is just me and my mum in the room as all the doctors have now left.
"Mum" I whisper as for some reason my throat really hurts.
"Yes darling"
"I know we haven't really talked about it much, but I just want to know if your okay"
She stands up and walks over to my bed with tears in her eyes. "darling you don't need to worry about me. Just concentrate on yourself okay. Your more important right now."
"I know mum, but I'm asking about you, it will be much easier to go through this if I know that you are okay."
"Look, Darcy..." She grabs hold of my hand and hops herself onto the side of my bed. "when your dad died, I was a mess. I wasn't prepared to lose him, and I will never be prepared to lose you. But trust me, I will try and remain strong. But you need to be aware that this is difficult for others to. Including your brother. All of us have found it hard to come to terms with the fact that you might-" she hesitates. "Become very ill." I know what she was really about to say. I might die, yes I know. "But we will get through it. Your tougher than anyone I have ever met. Or ever will meet. And if there's anyone that can get Cancer and survive it... Its you."

This almost seems like a threat. like I have to survive it, I have to get through it. Even though I want to ( obviously ), it's quite a hard promise to keep.

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It's been a few hours now and I still haven't heard from ben. I guess he just went home or something, but it's really annoying because I really wanted to tell him now, so I could get it over and done with.
I have been moved to a different room. It is known as the 'special' part of the hospital apparently. It's somewhere where Cancer patients can stay and receive treatment for as long as they need to. It could range from 3 days to 3 years even. I'm hoping to be in here for no longer than three days.
I'm feeling a bit better now and am able to walk around for a bit. But not on my own of course, Dr Hardy stays by my side the whole time, making sure everything's okay.
"Do you feel alright Darcy?"
"Yes I'm fine. Let's just walk for a bit longer, my scronny legs need the exercise."
"Okay, but if there is anything wrong at all, then tell me straight away yeah."
"Yeeeeeeerrrssssss" I say long and sarcastically. I know she's just doing her job, but it's still annoying being told the same thing over and over again.
We come to a sitting room full of young, bald kids. I don't see anyone my age, most are under 14 probably.
My legs start feeling really weak and they start shaking.
"Darcy let's take a seat." I don't reply I just nod whilst in discomfort and pain.
She grabs my hips and helps lower me to the chair. I was expecting this type of thing to be done when I'm living in an old peoples home, when I'm like over 80. Not when I'm just 16.
As she lowers me down i flinch a little with pain. "Sorry Darcy " she states.
"Oh no it's okay. Just stomach pains"
To he honest the tumour wasn't that much of a shock to me. I always assumed that something was wrong, as ever since I was diagnosed I had a tearing pain in my stomach most days and nights.