A dancer with cancer

Chapter 11

I woke to a fever that morning, feeling tired and depressed. I had a meeting with the doctor this morning. To me a doctors meeting is always a bad thing.

"Honey, you need to get up! They are going to take your X-rays for the doctor soon." My mommy said sweetly shaking me awake.

"Never!" I exclaimed, driving back under my blanket. She pulled the covers off of me, that's when I realized I didn't have an IV on my arm. Oh thank goodness.

"Fine!" I said giving in.

I got dress in grey sweat pants from American eagle, a Calgary's Children's Hospital t-shirt and slipped some TOMS on my small feet. I went to the bathroom and did my usual morning routine. But with no make-up, I really just didn't want to wear any today.

When I walked out of the bathroom a nurse was there to take me to get my x rays done.

"Follow me." She said leading my mom and I out of the door.

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"Let's take a look at your x-rays, shall we?" The doctor questioned me. I nodded frowning. I could just get up and leave, I thought to myself. Looking towards the door. My mom was sitting in a chair next to me. The doctor was looking at my X-ray photos for a while. "Excuse me, for a second." He said leaving the room. I rubbed my hands against my legs nervously. I bit my lip.

"Honey it's going to be fine." My mother reassured me, while rubbing my back. I guess she could see my nerves.

Finally the doctor came back into the room.

"Well," The doctor began speaking, "looking at the x-rays, uh, the cancer has spread." He sad concerned, "a lot, and, well the estimation for you to live is 3 to 5 months." My jaw dropped open. I didn't cry I just sat there in shock just staring at him directly. It started to shake like I was scared or something. My eyes remained open, as I closed my mouth.

"We are going to try chemo, a different treatment and see if that works, but, the chance of you surviving is only about 9%. I am sorry." He told us with concern leaving the room.

"It's going to be ok." My mom reassured me.

"How could god do this to me?" I whispered under my breath, still not crying.

"He has a plan."

"I AM GOING TO DIE! THAT'S HIS PLAN, TOO KILL ME? AT AGE 13?" All my emotions seemed to come out at once. Anger, sadness, hope and forgiveness. Tears came down in bucket loads, as I yell at the top of my lungs.

"Shh...shh, honey calm down." She wrapped her arms around me for comfort. I must have cried in her arms for along time, because I fell asleep. Good thing I am light, so she could carry my small body back to my room.