life rules

chapter one

Written 01/15/17
Published 01/15/17

It's been 2 years since I was diagnosed with cancer.

I remember feeling like I was just knocked over the head with a bat and then told to just walk it off.

I blame myself for this because if I had just gone in and got a doctor to check me out sooner maybe all of this could have been avoided.

But now here I am, 2 years later sitting in the hospital waiting for my results.

Now your probably wondering, 'what results?'

The results to see about how long I have to live.

I was considered lucky, I got tests and scans and appointments and everything to do with trying to fight cancer early.

They said that we had to get things moving instantly because of how much it had actually already attacked me.

I didn't even get to tell anyone.

They just shipped me off and that was it.

Before I knew it my mum and dad were sitting along my beside holding my hand telling me everything was going to be okay.

There wasn't alot they could do to try and stop it from spreading from my intestines to where ever it was going next.

But "luckily" they have given me a prescription that I must take 4 times daily to slower the movement.

In other words, my time on earth has been ticking away non stop.

But now I'm about to find out when this ticking is going to stop.

"Drew Kenith?"

The same old woman from the day I was told my news calls me again but with a saddened smile plastered on her face.

Her name is Mary.

We don't talk often in the sense that we're casual friends.

But I've grown to know her from my weekly check-ins.

I stand not saying a word, following her to the back.

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Opening the door to Dr.Moritas office, I step in and plop down on a chair.

He looks at me and hands me a paper.

"I haven't looked at it, I want us to do it together, your more than just a patient to me Drew."

I nod opening the test results.

I skim through until I find what I'm looking for.

"We have concluded that Mr.Kenith has an estimated 4 months to live."

I read out loud what I just did in my head.

4 months.

4 months.

"Drew I'm.."

"Don't say your sorry. You have no reason to be sorry there was nothing you could or can do."

"Drew listen to me okay."

I look up at him not sure what he wants from me.

"I want you to spend the next 4 months having the time of your life. You need to get out and do things. Live while you can. As long as your taking your dosages everyday like you have been you should have no problem going out and doing things."

I stare at him with no feeling and emotions, just emptiness.

"Do you understand me?"

I nod and stand.