An unexpected event

A cancerous truth

I sat down in a chair that was in the room i looked at him and waited for what felt like forever.

"Im ready" i said with dought in my mind.

"We have looked at your sons x-rays" he pauses and looks at me as if he were about to say the words no one wants to hear.

"Your son has... your son" he pauses once again.

"Theres no easy way to say this but your son has Adenocarcinomas".

I look at him with a confused look on my face.

"What is that?" I say with no possible thought of the words he would say next.

"it.. its a type of cancer that develops in the stomach"he said while looking down and being obviously distraught.

I was frozen i couldnt speak all i could hear was his mumbled voice in the background and that one word bouncing around inside my head.

(Cancer cancer cancer)

I look down at the floor with almost no emotions while i feel it all rush in.
i repeat "why cancer... why him... why us... why couldn't it have been a stomach ach or just a bit of swelling"

The doctor looks at me "mister clarke.... mister clarke"

I look at the doctor and begin to cry during my crying i say "whats the survival rate?"

While i wait for his answer i look around and see everything in his office. His desk a plain wooden oak... his files all perfectly organised... even the chairs grey with yellow squars about the size of a nail.

It seems like forever till he starts to talk "he has what looks like stage IV which is a 5% survival rate but we cant be sure till we get the blood test back"

I sit there trying to be optimistic "its only a 95% chance of death maybe we can beat it he could surprise us he could pull through"

The doctor looks at me and says "im sorry i know it must be hard and i will be a phone call away if you ever need me" he hands me his office number and home address

I keep thinking "how am i going to tell katie she is going to be devistated"

I say goodbye to the doctor and go to the daycare room were Xavior was put during the meeting.

He looks so happy im pretty sure i even saw him pick up a few balls and try to eat them i laughed for a second and walked to him

I picked him up and said "come one little one we need to get you home"

I feel like he can sense that he isnt ok. A tear drop rools down my check and before i react he wipes it away i feel like hes telling me he will be ok its all fine and thay i should be strong i take a few seconds to capture the moment his hands on my face so small they could wrap around my thumb.

I walk through the coridors with him they seem smaller then they were a few minutes before.

I get to my car put Xavior in the back buckle him up and start to drive home. The whole way there im reppeating what im going to say over and over again

I pull up in the drive way amd look in the rear view mirror and say "this is it buddy we can do it mummy will help you and i will to i know we can"

I walk into the house......