4 weeks. 6 months, and 5052 Hours in the place I have begun to Call home.
I lay on the cold hospital cot and flinch lightly as the IV shoots more medicine in me.
2 Months since I became a victim of Aggressive Cancer, 4 Months I haven't seen my best friends. And they still go on tour for 8 months.
*3 Months later*
I've literally counted down hours and mintutes until I'm reunited with my friends. The doctor honestly try's to give me hope every time he comes in here but we all know it's no use.
*Knock Knock*
"come in." I say quietly.
As the doors opens it reveals 2 nurses and doc. Jones.
"Hello Jesi!" "How are you today!"
"Fine, Is it time for chemo again?"
I ask warily...
"I'm afraid it it.."
"Second round means no hair...Will it hurt as bad?" I feel my heart drop to my stomach and I start crying as he answers my worst fear.
He gently shoots the needle in to my arm as I feel the familiar stinging of liquids and I feel the mask around my nose... I hear footsteps in the hallway.
Come to think of it a group of footsteps.
As I feels my eyes get heavy I see a known group walk through the doors and all 5 smiles drop
