Last Chances

1 Year Later

At the hospital.

"Emily Belrose to room four please" someone from reception announced.

"Hi there so you are here today to get a full body scan, I am sure there is nothing to worry about it is just a check up incase you have any problems with anything. It will all be over in a few minutes." The doctor says.

Once the full body scan was done I had to sit in the waiting room to wait for my results to come through. I tried to reassure myself that everything was okay.

"Okay Emily, follow me back to room four please" the doctor came out to tell me.

"We don't want you to panic but we have found something in your lung which we were able to identify that it is a cancerous area. However we have caught it quite early so it should be okay and we have gotten many donors it would just be a case of finding one that matched you".
I try not to cry but I feel tears begin to roll down my face.

"You can stay here as long as you like, Would you like to phone anyone?" the doctor asks.

"Em no thank you I just want to go home".

At home.

Peter comes in from his work and gives me a kiss. I sit him down and tell him what the doctor said.

"So you rely on a donor then?" he asks.

"Yeah, I am so sorry to put you through this" I say beginning to cry again. He brings me in close to his chest and wipes away my tears.

"Its not your fault that this has happened, I will always love you regardless of anything and just you remember that okay, Tomorrow the first thing I will do is go to the hospital and see if I am a possible match".

"You would do that for me?" I ask.

"I would do anything for you" he says which makes me smile.

That night I lie in bed sobbing and feeling like a failure why me? What have I done to deserve this? I even begin to question my existence but the only thing that is keeping me remotely alive is Peter and the thought of leaving him kills me.

Peter

The next day

I went to the hospital to see if I was a possible match. I sat in the waiting room. The doctor called me into the room and told me that I wasn't a match. I didn't know what to think at this point. Am I going to lose the best thing that ever happened to me? What can I do now? I felt like such a failure.

On the 19th August the day that she was born many years ago I decided to ask her to marry me after all we can only have happy memories:
She said yes.

We arranged to get married on the 19th of November just three month after proposing. We can't afford to time waste.