The Story of Them

June 2, 2018

For the past month or so I haven't felt alright at all. I have felt like this before, but I has been only three times when I was a kid. I didn't tell Jackson, cause I didn't want to worry him since I knew what I had already, cancer.

A week ago, I went to the hospital to see what I was going to have to do for this. They say that I need to have surgery to get rid of cancer tissue since I can live without that fat tissue.

Now, I am going back home to have the surgery there so Jackson won't find out what is going on. I was grateful that today Jackson is in Florida today to start a series. I just had to tell him that I was going home for two months. He kind of can't do anything about it since he has baseball games almost every single day. I know that I will be able fake that I was alright for his sanity. If I don't make it then it will hit him eventually, but he won't have ties with the situation. We barely know each other for a year so he can get over me as easily as he has fallen for me.

I don't want him to worry about me, because that won't be fair for him. I just have to go away for now, and he'll never know in the end if everything works out as planned.

Robert, the guy that took me in after my father died, hugged me as I walked into his cozy little house. "How have my little girl been?"

"Okay, I guess. I'm just a little scared about tomorrow's surgery." Robert took my bag room my hand and set it down next to railing that surrounds the staircase. We sat next to each other on the couch like old times.

"It's always scary no matter what type of surgery, but you are so strong that you can make it through anything that you put your mind to. So, who's this guy that you been telling me about, but never showed me a picture of?" Robert was a huge baseball fan, but the problem is that he loves the Cardinals. That wouldn't be such a problem but the Cubs and the Cardinal are huge rivals.

I smiled at him sacredly not wanting to do this, but, never less, I grabbed the T.V. remote changing the channel to the Cubs game that just started. Robert looked confuse since I never told him what Jackson did for a living. "Did moving to Chicago finally make you a baseball fan?"

"No, wait." We watched the game together waiting for the moment that Jackson was up to bat, but it wasn't until the second inning that we got to see that; a half of an hour later. When the T.V. announced Jackson as the next batter, I turned to Robert and said, "Rob, meet my boyfriend."

He stared at me like I was a madman. "You're dating a baseball player?"

"Yeah, I am. He is quite amazing. The only bad thing is that it's hard for us to do anything together. We are both very busy with demanding jobs."

"I still hope that he strikes out." I shot him an evil eye at that comment. "I'm kidding, so you ain't going to tell him about this operation?"

"He doesn't need to worry when baseball is going on. I can go through this myself, but I will tell him that this happened after the fact so he don't have to worry. Can you promise that you won't tell him?"

"Hey, I don't even know him." Robert turned the television off before Jackson's at bat could finish. "Yeah, I promise.

After that we got up and headed outside to go on our usual walk. We always did this when we were waiting for Tiffany, Robert's wife, to get from work.