Fight

Chapter One- Small World

Picture is of Lyla and the video is the Trailer!

Happy reading, my love!

Charlotte Michelle

[Small World]

*Lyla*

January 15, 2016

"-You have Leukemia."

I lift my head, connecting my eyes with my Oncologist.

I knew. Deep down, I had known.

I have been losing weight and have been extremely tired the last couple of months. I knew something was wrong with me.

However, to hear the doctor tell me I have cancer is frightening.

My heart beat quickens as I look back at the floor, a million thoughts racing through my mind.

I am only twenty one years old. I am not ready to die.

I don't want to die before ever falling in love.

What will my mother say?

What will I do with Kane, my yellow lab puppy?

I have lived a sheltered, well-behaved life... what did I do to deserve this?

I gulp as tears well in my eyes. What does God have planned for me? He sends me this curve-ball... But some good must come from this. There is always a reason for what happens in our lives. God has set my path before me and I must live it out.

Something good will come from this.

I lift my head again and nod. "What must I do?"

"You have Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia, or as we call it ALL. The first stage in treating ALL is chemotherapy. We must kill all the the cancer cells in the blood and bone marrow. Chemo will last roughly around four weeks and it will be done here, in the hospital." Dr. Haas says, clasping his hands in front of him.

What a job, he has... I think to myself. To always be delivering the horrible news that someone has cancer and have a likeliness of dying.

I let out a sigh and nod my head. Everyone knows of Chemotherapy. I am not surprised that I will have to go through it. I am bummed, knowing that it will take me away from my job as a Horse Back Riding Instructor, but my health is my priority.

"When do we start?" I ask.

"We need to start as soon as you are able."

I lift a hand and run my fingers through my long, blonde hair.

Soon, I won't have this hair.

"I have to finish off my scheduled lessons this week. The kids deserve to be told in person that I will be gone for a month and why." I tell the doctor, hoping that he will understand.

Dr. Haas nods his head as he looks down at his clipboard, flipping through a few papers. "Alright. How about next Monday, the 25th?" He peeks up at me, arching a dark eyebrow.

That gives me ten days... Ten days before I sign my life over to Leukemia and become someone with cancer.

Am I ready for this?

I don't have a choice. I have to be ready for this.

I bite my bottom lip to keep tears from rolling down my cheeks. I am scared. I am terrified that I will pass away before ever truly living my life.