I head my way back to my back to the hospital to get my results from my scan. I have a really bad feeling my cancer spread. I go into the hospital and sit down, listening to the wines and cries of sick kids.
"Hi," a short little bald girl says who was sitting next to me. "I'm Hope!"
"My name is Faith" I say. "How old are you?"
Hope replies "I'm ten. What about you?"
"Sixteen" I answer. "What cancer do you have"
She says "Neuroblastoma. I've had it since I was five. And you?"
"Leukemia. I've had it since I was ten. We've had it for the same amount of time!"
A nurse calls my name.
"Got to go. Want to meet here when I'm done?" I ask Hope.
"Sure!" she says enthusiastically.
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I follow the nurse into a little room. She asks me the usual medical questions "How long have you had cancer?" "Are you allergic to anything?" "Have you had any symptoms in the last few months/weeks?" And so on and so forth. After all the questions, she leads me into another room with computers and such. She pulls up my results. My heart skips a beat. She looks at me.
I ask her "Not well, huh?"
"No, the cancer has spread to your lungs."
We talk about treatment options she says how I would have to get a way stronger dose of chemo. And if it didn't get better there wouldn't be more options for me.
************************************I meet Hope back at the place we met before.
"How'd it go?" she asks.
"Not good. the cancer spread to my lungs," I answer.
"I'm so sorry." She tells me. "Can I have your phone number?"
"Sure! 264-176-0745" I tell her.
************************************I drive back home in sorrow. When I get home my mom asks me how it went. I was too sad to answer that question. I went to my room and cried. She followed me.
"The cancer spread to my lungs," I sob. Then she starts to cry with me. We have to go back in a few weeks to talk about treatment options. It's so scary that one sentence can bring your whole life down.
