Month 1
I woke up like any normal day at about 12:15pm, except this wasn’t any normal day, today was the day I got my results back from the doctors, my results to see if Dan had cancer.
He had been getting headaches every day for as long as I can remember. I had tried getting him to the doctors but he wouldn’t go, he decided it was nothing to worry about, but I insisted so he went.
I reached over for Dan’s warmth on the other side of the bed but there was nothing there, “Dan?” I called out,
“Phil, come on! Its time to go!” he replied from the other room. “I don’t want to go, Phil. There’s no point! I’m fine!” he called out, I didn’t want to go either but I was worried there might actually be something wrong.
“Please Dan, for me?” I shouted,
“Ok. For you.”
I rolled out of bed and found my jeans and a t-shirt with laser cat on it, this was Dan’s but I was sure he wouldn’t mind.
I got dressed as quickly as possible, we were late and we don’t have a car so walking was the only option. Apart from buses, but here in Manchester, buses aren’t so reliable.
“That’s my shirt!” He laughed as he pulled me into a hug, I kissed him on the forehead,
“No time for jokes, we’re late!” I said, for once I was being the responsible one.
I am 4 years older than Dan but I suppose I don’t act it, I think what the Phans say might be true, “Phil may be 25, but the 2 is silent!”
I took Dan’s warm hand in mine as we stepped out into the cold, Manchester streets. It was January so the air was bitter cold. I zipped my coat up with my free hand as we started walking.
“Dan, you’re not wearing your hat!” I shouted as if it was a rare occurrence, I suppose it was, he had been wearing my hat a lot lately as it was very cold (and he kind of, maybe needed a haircut, although, I liked his “square hair”)
“Oh yeah…” he trailed off,
“Are you ok, Dan? You don’t seem yourself,” I asked, I could always tell when something was wrong…
“Yeah, I’m just kinda tired,” He yawned. We spent the rest of the walk in silence.
We turned around the corner to the doctors surgery, a tall, grey building with large windows. I looked up at the building that towered above us and back at Dan,
“Here we go,” he said, taking a deep breath and sighing loudly as we stepped through the doors into the waiting area.
The 10 minutes it took for them to call Dan through were probably the longest 10 minutes of my life.
When the doctor finally called him through, we were led into a small room. There was nothing in the room but a desk, a computer and 3 chairs. Me and Dan sat on one side of the desk with the doctor on the other.
“So, Mr.Howell, you came to see me about headaches,” she started, I zoned out completely.
I was in a world of my own, thinking up video ideas and stuff when four little words bought me back to reality.
“Sorry, you have cancer.”
