The next morning I awoke to my Mom waking me for an emergency doctor's appointment. "Honey, the doctors called and they need you to come in as soon as possible. They said it's urgent."
My heart stopped as my weak eyes began to open. "If it's more bad news, I'm not going." I mumbled pulling my floral sheets over my head.
"Well whatever it is, Quinn, you need to get ready so we can go."
I groaned and pushed the covers off of my face as my tired body slugged to the shower. After I was dressed and ready to go, I offered to drive to the hospital.
Upon arrival, the usual nurses smiled and waved at me. They were aware of my recent diagnosis two weeks ago and had been the ones to comfort me when I had broken down in the waiting room.
I continued my slow pace towards the doors that lead to the Cancer Unit. Once we reached another waiting room, we were immediately called back to speak with our caretaker.
"Good morning Miss Evans, thank you for arriving on such short notice," the Doctor said very cheerfully entering the small and colorless room. He was a rather slender man that had very lengthy arms and dark black hair. He had on a long white lab coat that blended in with the blank walls behind him. Gee, the gloominess of the walls sure matches the emotions of cancerous patients.
Maybe that was a little harsh.
"What is the emergency, Dr. Bradley?" My mother spat, her eyes very hopeful.
"Well," Dr. Bradley scratched his head, "There was a discovery." He sat down in his rolling chair and scooted closer to me where I was sitting in the medical chair.
My mother tilted her head. She stood with her arms crossed as her brown curls bounced on her shoulders, "I'm not sure I understand, what kind of discovery? Was Quinn misdiagnosed?"
At that moment I found myself analyzing Dr. Bradley's body language, looking for an answer before he could spit one out.
"Well, no," Dr. Bradley says, "You still have cancer, but your body seems to be fighting it off."
I shook my head and furrowed my brow, "How's that possible?" I asked.
Dr. Bradley chuckled, "It's amazing actually. We took your blood tests the day of the diagnosis, and then we took two more blood tests when you came in three days later. It appears that the "normal cells" in your body are controlling the cancerous cells and, in a sense, changing their structure to slowly become normal cells."
"That's not possible," My mom shouted, "I have a biology degree, cells can't do that."
My doctor laughed, "Well they are," he paused to collect his thoughts, "I mean think about it. It's been two weeks and you haven't shown any signs of fatigue, weakness in the muscles, you have no tumors, everything has been regular."
I shook my head, "But,".
"Quinn, your blood is going to change the face of science as we know it. You are going to live."
