My Unlikely Best Friend

Chapter 43

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Three Months Later...

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The passed few months have been... a bit difficult, I guess. I went through a lot of things that I knew were possible and eventually would happen, but the shock of it all was still pretty intense. I'm alive, though, so that's nice, but things began changing with my health... and I'm bereaved to say that they weren't good changes.

A couple weeks back, I've been feeling pretty feverish and weaker than I usually do, so instead of doing my homework like I normally would, or other things like hanging out with my mom, I slept in; basically all day. My mom's concern for me seemed to rise, but... she tried to hide it behind smiles and laughs. I didn't know this before but she kept a positive attitude to reassure me, so I wouldn't worry about my progressive disease.

It's kinda funny because I thought I was the one protecting her from all the worry... but, I guess she was doing the same.

Also, the aches in my bones and head have became constant, they used to be occasional because of the medications I've been taking, but for some reason they just wouldn't go away anymore. Me being an idiot, I shrugged it off and thought of it as something that would settle down over time. Boy, was I wrong!

A few days after these symptoms occurred, I had another seizure to which I wasn't able to hide from my mom this time. It happened while I was at school—in chemistry class. I was sitting in my desk and was finishing up a test like everyone else but then, all of the sudden it just hit me and I fell down, off my chair sideways. I blacked out before I even hit the floor, which I was thankful for.

The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed; everything was so hazy and in slow motion. That is, until I heard a dreaded sound. It was the IV machine that was next to me and it took a good minute or two before I learned that I was hooked up to it. I just wanted to cry right then and there... but I was too weak to find the tears.

It turned out that the new symptoms I've been experiencing were caused by an infection that developed in my body. A high fever what the reason the siezure happened. I knew I wasn't feeling good that day but I still went to school... agh, I hate that I could be such an idiot at times!

My mom had to tell Dr. Campbell what happened to me because it was super important that she did, and we both knew he wouldn't be a happy camper if she didn't. That's when he brought up the deal they made about me getting chemo some time ago. My mom was still hesitant of the idea, so they once again went through the other options, but they all were futile.

First of all, I was still in a relitively long line for a stem cell transplant, which is also known as a bone marrow transplant, for my type of blood which is unfortunate because it's rare. I was number nine on the waiting list which didn't seem too bad of a wait, but when you have O- blood... it can take years until I'm able to be number one.

The only thing is... I don't have years.

Second, the steroids I've been taking were helping some, but not enough to really make a huge impact. The only options were chemo, like they've discussed before or brand new steroids that needed to be tested, and the side affects of those tiny pills were worse than the ones I were taking.

One side affect was sudden death, and after hearing that we were both quick to say no. After that, it was settled. I was scheduled to go through hell, again, and get through several rounds of the poison. Although, since I was severely weakened because of the infection, I wasn't able to receive the chemo just yet or else it would surely kill me. It had to be postponed until I hopefully got better and strong enough.