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I walked into the doctors office and requested to see him for a minute. They called him out and I told him what I decided to do.
"I figured I should tell you that I won't be doing treatment or chemo therapy." I told him, a glum look on my face. He frowned.
"That's very dangerous, you're more than likely to die, you know that right?" He asked, tucking his clipboard under his arm. I shrugged and left without another word. I hope Dan and Phil won't be mad...but I don't have to tell them. I could just say I'm participating in treatment. I'm sure that would work, until I start showing signs of sickness. But it won't matter by than.
I left the doctors and went to my job at the library. I had caught on pretty quickly and I love the job so other than the cancer my life is pretty great.
I stepped in through the giant doors and took in the old boom smell as I set my bag down behind the counter. I didn't see Patrick anywhere so I sat at the desk and checked people's books out for them.
I was typing something on the computer when someone slammed a book down on the counter. I looked up to see Dan looking at me with a grin plastered on his face. I looked at the book and it was called Everything There is to Know About Llamas.
"Interesting book choice Daniel." He shrugged and I scanned it putting the stamp on the back.
"So have you made up you're mind yet on the whole doctor situation?" I bit my lip. I didn't want to lie to him but I couldn't tell him the truth because he'd tell Phil, and I can't ruin the friendship we have.
"Yeah, I'm going to be doing all of the appointments and all that fun stuff. No need to worry just yet." He grinned.
"That's great! I'm happy to know that you chose that." I nodded and held my tongue to not tell him.
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3 months later
I walked up to Dan and Phil's flat, preparing to tell them the truth about what I had actually chosen 3 months ago. I had come to love Phil over the course of the time I'd known him and he's made me realize how my decision was wrong. It might not be to late to start treatment.

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