My Gabe Helmy Love Story

A Long Time

Just so you know this is in Gracie's point of view. I know, I made Dylan to go sleep, so I wanted to save from confusion.

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I'm in the hospital with a killer migraine. I've had this off an on for days. The doctor says that we should do a brain scan, just in case everything was ok. We do the MRI thing, and I am absolutely petrified as I'm in that small space. I tried to be as still as possible, but I was so freaked out. We did a CT scan too, just in case. Laying in the bed, my mom and I are waiting for our results. An hour and a half later, we're still waiting. This doctor is taking so long! What's going on?! Just as I was thinking that, the door opened. I got really excited, but it was only a nurse with some migraine medication.

Before she did that though, she did some little tests. Squeeze the hand, walk in a straight line, follow the finger, that kind of thing. After writing a few notes, she hooked my arm into the IV. The cool metal reminds me of the blades that I stick into my wrists. Thankfully, I have makeup covering those scars. The nurse tells us that it will probably be half an hour until the IV is out, and about that time the doctor should be done. I groan and my mom says to me that I shouldn't be complaining. True. I'm going to practically be in a drug induced coma for the next half hour. After what feels like three seconds, the doctor walks in.

D: I see that IV is done.

What? I look up and the bag is empty. Huh... It wasn't three seconds.

D: I'll get the nurse to unhook you. You probably don't want that in you any longer, right?

I nod my head. The doctor walks out and gets a nurse to take it out. She gives me a bandaid and smiles at me. A few minutes later, the doctor comes back in and starts talking.

D: So, we have the results here from the scans. Would you like to hear it?

M: No, we came here to pee.

My mom looks at me with that mom look that I know all too well.

D: Sorry. Bad question. So, we figured out the source of the migraines.

He puts images on the wall for us to look at. My mom sees them and starts to cry.

M: Yeah, look at that, your daughter has such a big brain. You must be so proud.

D: Sadly, that's not why she's crying.

I look closer at the images. There's a giant white spot in the left side of my brain.

Oh..

D: You have stage four glioblastoma. It's taken over most of the left side of you brain. I don't know how this wasn't realized earlier. I'm very sorry.

I start crying. This can't be happening. My life was just starting to get ok. I have great grades and I have an amazing boyfriend. This isn't how it was supposed to happen.

M: How much longer do I have left to live?

D: I wish we would have known about this sooner. If we found it earlier we could have performed surgery, and you might have had a chance...