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Chapter 13 - Results

Chapter 13- Results

I felt sick to my stomach, today was the day I got my results back from the hospital. No-one knew though, I’d got a call yesterday asking if I could go today and get my results. I’d told my mum when she got back about the trip to the hospital and I could tell she was upset; the boys did their best to keep me busy so I could try and forget about it.

I was walking to the hospital; it wasn’t far so it didn’t bother me although it did give me a lot of time to think about it which probably wasn’t the best idea. I took deep breathe of the cold air and hugged my jacket closer. I hadn’t spoken to Harry yet today so he had no idea where I was going, I’m pretty sure that if I’d told the boys or my mum they would have insisted on going with me when really I just wanted to go on my own.

I walked in the entrance and made my way to the receptionist, she must have recognised me because she pulled my file out and smiled at me.

“Daisy Stone, if you could follow me” I nodded and followed her, my stomach was in knots and I just wanted to run away and curl up in ball. I followed her down the corridor and into an office; Dr Holt was sat behind his desk, his glasses on the end of his nose as he read something on a piece of paper. When he heard us enter he looked up and took the glasses off standing up, he smiled slightly and thanked the receptionist for bringing me here.

“Daisy please take a seat” he said gesturing to the spare chair opposite his desk. My hand shook slightly as I pulled it out to sit on. I looked up to see him looking calmly at me; I just wanted to know the results.

 “I’ve had a look at your results Daisy, there’s no easy way to say this but I’m afraid the brain tumour has returned” he said, I looked away and felt my body sink. Tears pricked my eyes but I held them back, my hands were shaking uncontrollably and I tried to hide them.

“I’m sorry Daisy; I know it can’t be easy to hear.” Dr Holt tried to soothe, I bit my tongue and braved myself to speak.

“How bad is it?” I asked not sure if I wanted to know the answer or not.

“It has developed to stage three. Keep in mind there are four stages with four being the most aggressive, however with treatment you can be cured” he said, my whole body felt weak, I nodded slightly before asking him the next question.

“What treatment will I need?” I’d had some treatment the first time and I knew how bad it made me feel, you just felt down all the time and so weak.

“In your case there will be the need for a round of chemotherapy. This lasts a month and it will help to shrink the brain tumour, it won’t be pleasant and you will feel sick a lot of the time but it is worth it. When we feel it has reduced in size enough we will have to perform surgery to remove it, the surgery should completely remove it and you should be cured. The reason for its return is we found a small amount of cancer cells still present which caused it to return” I nodded slightly taking it all in.

“We would like to start chemotherapy straight away; so on your way out you can make an appointment. I must go through the other options, we could remove part of the tumour but you will not be cured and there is an extreme risk it will return. The last option is that there is no treatment and we let nature take its natural cause. I would highly recommend you go through the treatment, I know it causes a lot of pain but afterwards you will be healed and feel like a new person” The last option would be the easiest no doubt about that, but I was too young to die. I had a life to live and wanted to live it.

“I’ll have the treatment” I said, I knew it would be hard but it was the best option. He smiled and nodded his head.

“I’m glad you picked the choice Daisy, you’re young and have some amazing people around you. You’ll need them for support and I can see you pulling through if the treatment goes to plan” I nodded; I had no idea how I was going to tell Harry, my mum and the boys. It would kill me.