Two Girls And A Cat

Chapter 14: Jamie

It was true. I had leukemia, and it wasn't in its early stages. I had thought something about this before, but I didn't think it was actually true. Even now, I refused to believe it. But all the signs were there, there was no denying it now. I was diseased.
When I told Sadie, the results were less than pretty. She broke into absolute tears, and I cried too. I could see that she, as well, wanted to believe it wasn't true. That it was a sick joke, or a dream. But unfortunately, that wasn't the case.
We sat for hours, just crying to no end. It was messy crying, too, the kind with snot dripping from your nose and being only able to breathe out of your mouth, and even then, hardly. It was the kind of tears that spill when you or someone close to you is dying. The kind that can't be faked.
I held her close, and she gripped the hospital gown as she had never before, like a child clings to their mother when scared. We separated only when a nurse came in, beginning to talk to us about a treatment plan.
Because of the stage of the cancer, we were going to try intensive chemotherapy, followed by a series of injections. She said we expected it to take about a month and a half, however there was no way to be certain exactly how long it would take. Just that, on a normal basis, leukemia of this stage takes that long of chemo.
She went over other stuff, and took concerns. "What happens if the chemo doesn't work?" We asked.
"It's very rarely that the chemo doesn't beat the cancer, and though your case is extreme, we've certainly seen worse recover from this type of cancer, Ms. Sharp."
We nodded. "Any further questions?" She asked.
"No, thank you," I replied, looking over at Sadie. I knew what was next—she had to leave.
"Okay, well Ms. Sharp needs some rest; Ms. Kane, please leave the room. If you don't want to leave the hospital, we have a waiting room you may wait in."
She spoke as if she was pretending to care. It was like she was just dismissing me. Thanks for visiting, I hope you have a nice death. That's what I thought when she spoke. It gave me a sense of lack of hope.
Sadie slowly nodded, giving me a hug and a kiss. The nurse watched, and her face tensed up, as if she was trying to keep from cringing in disgust. "Bye, Jamie," Sadie said, and left the room.
"If you need anything, just press this button, Ms. Sharp. Goodbye."
And that was that. I was alone.