Bruises

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I came with Kasey to get her treatment. Today is the first day she's actually starting the treatment. As soon as the doctors asked if she wanted treatment, she said yes. I also thinks she doesn't want it because of how bad the treatment can get. I think she's gone through this before when she was little. Her dad had cancer. He died when she was just 5. I don't think she remembers him, though.
Kasey wanted me to go with her because she said I comfort her so much better than anyone.
It's been a week now since she found out she has cancer. It's Saturday, so that's another reason why I'm at the hospital at noon.
The doctor says she has Stage II Lung Cancer. The doctor also said that she has to get treatment once a week. But only on Saturdays, Kasey wanted. That's the only day of the week she has the whole day off.
We sit in a big room full of cancer patients getting their treatment, holding their loved ones hand. That's the same thing Kasey's mom is doing with her. I'm holding her other hand with the only hand I have in use. I can't wait to get this stupid cast off in a month or 2. The arm I'm holding has the needle in it.
I'm not really worried about that right now. All I care about right now is Kasey. She might only have 6 months to a year to live. And I have no idea of she'll die or not. If she does, I need to spend everyday with her. Keep her company. Fall in more love with her.
I'm never going to end this relationship. Especially now that she has cancer, but I still love her the same.
I'm trying to stay calm about all of this. She doesn't need to see me cry every time she's in my sight. I'm not going to be that person. I'm going to be that person that treats her the same way even though she's sick.
I looked around the room, observing all the cancer patients. One of them was a little boy. Gosh, this room makes me sad, but I need to deal with it if I want to be there for Kasey.
It looked like mostly the people's ages in her are in their 40's and 50's. It's really weird how that is. Maybe it's just a schedule thing.
I looked over at Kasey. She had her eyes closed.
When the treatment was over with, we all went to their house. I decided to stay over at their house again.
"So you want to watch a movie like we did last week or do you want to just hang out," I asked Kasey as we were cruising down the road.
"Can we just lay down, I'm so sore, and I feel so tired."
"Okay, we'll just lay down then. I lay beside you and it'll be a great quiet time," I said.
She looks over at me. Her eyes look very tired like she's about to fall over any minute.
"Why don't you just go home, I'll be falling asleep as soon as I walk in that room," she said, replying to what I had just said.
"It's fine-"
"Just go home, I'll be fine!" Kasey said very loudly.
"Are you sure you don't want me-"
"Bryce! I'm tired and not in the mood."
I respected her decision. Kasey's mom drove me to my house. I walked out, turned around, and watched the car drive away.