Chemo Therapy during 3rd Period

February 14

As I sit here swinging my legs off the hospital bed waiting for them to tell me all the tests are done and I'm good to go. Michael keeps texting me, asking what kind of snacks I want for tonight and what I want to drink. It's 3 o'clock and I'm just sitting here, waiting and waiting. I was talking with Helen a little bit ago updating her on my life and how Carson and I broke up and how Michael and I are together. She looks at me and smiles. Then I hear her name come across the radio, she is needed in another room. I'm waiting and waiting. I hear this woman scream and then break down crying. I stand up and walk across the room. The noise came from this women who is being held up by her husband. Dr. Jacqueline looking at them with sympathy. The mom makes eye contact with me. I knew instantly. Her child's life was going to end sooner than planned.
At 3:45, I'm finally told that I am done with all the tests and that they will see me on Friday to discuss my results. I run out to the car and jump in. I need to get home and put on my sweats, because Michael is coming over soon. Just as I am about to check and see if he is at the door I hear the doorbell ring. I yell "I got it." I open the door and he has a picnic basket and a red checkered blanket and roses for me. It's so cute. We lay the blanket out in the living room and begin to watch movies. My head is on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat. It's so peaceful. We start talking about how his day at school was, I can tell he wants to ask me about my appointment. So I just answer it for him. My appointment was normal and I get the results either on Friday or Monday.  He tells me that he has a present for me and that I need to close my eyes.
I'm sitting there and I feel a box placed in my hands. I open the box and inside is a bear dressed just like Michael. It has a flannel on over a gray t-shirt and jeans and a guitar and smells like him. He tells me to squeeze it's right paw. It's Michael singing "crazy beautiful". I cry. I can't believe he got this for me. It's been a while since I have felt this loved. I give him his present which was a picture frame of the picture of us that I loved from the dance. We eat the snacks and I feel my body get really sleepy. This is weird.
February 17
I wake up, it's result day. Kathy asked if I needed her to accompany me to this appointment. I said no. I'm driving to meet Jacqueline and for some reason I felt really good about everything. I walk into the office ready for good news. I'm after all the likelihood of me having liver cancer without even having a liver is small. I get called back and sat in Dr. Jacqueline's office. She comes in and hugs me.
"Let's get down to business. Spencer I have some news for you. Good and bad. The good news is that we are ahead of the game the bad news is that you aren't cancer free"
-"what how could that be I don't even have a liver anymore?"
"Spencer your original diagnosis had all the signs of liver cancer. But really your liver was enlarged and that caused the pain as well as all of the tumors. Spencer you have leukemia."
Leukemia. How could that even be possible.
-"I was misdiagnosed?"
"Somehow, yes you were I'm so sorry Spencer."
I left that appointment feeling defeated. Like how the hell does this happen. I mean why me? Why now? I sit in my car and cry and hit my steering wheel. I can't stop crying. I call Kathy. She comes and meets me. She apologizes for not coming to the appointment. I tell her there is no way she could of known that I would get this kind of news. Michael is texting me. What do I say? Can I tell him the truth? I'm going to undergo some major changes again, I'm not ready. I'm not. I'm so tired. I drive home and go straight to bed. I don't even bother to try to go back to school. Around 7:00 I hear Michael at the door asking Kathy if he can see me. She tells him no, that my body needs time to rest. He asks her what happened? She explains everything to him. I hear him start to let out a tear. I know this isn't how things are suppose to go. I just close my door and blast some music waiting for the part where I wake up from this terrible dream.