Make a Wish || Rhett and Link

Chapter 74 - For Better or For Worse?

***** Cooper's Point of View *****

"Alright Cooper, that's all for today." Dr Anderson put his stethoscope back around his neck and walked over to his computer. I slumped back against the wall, not having the energy to get up and get dressed back into the clothes I wore here.

Rhett seemed nervous, and was fiddling with his fingers as Dr Anderson began typing things up. I knew he was waiting for me to leave before starting a conversation. He never talked about that while I was around. Ignorance is bliss, it seems. The less I knew about how quickly I was dying, the happier I'd be. Or so he thought.

I closed my eyes for a moment, waiting for the energy to get up to fill through me. When it didn't come after about 5 minutes, Rhett helped me up and sent me to get changed back into the delights of my sweatpants and t-shirt.

High fashion, obviously.

When I did come back, Rhett hugged me, and told me I was doing okay. That was just Rhett code for I was getting worse. I don't know why he felt the need to sugar-coat it. It was the same every time we came to these appointments.

When we got back to the house, Shepherd came and laid with me to watch a movie. He kept getting mad when I fell asleep, and I'd try to stay awake, but it really wasn't that easy.

I hated being so tired all the time. I just wanted to sleep, almost 24/7. I really hated it.

I could hear Rhett and Jessie murmuring in the kitchen, probably about me. I sighed and just held Shep close. It was nice and warm until he decided to leave to go and make nachos.

I pulled my iPad out and tried to keep working on another episode of GMM. When I was feeling okay, I'd still try and work, and make some episode ideas and stuff. It wasn't much, I wasn't feeling okay most of the time, but for some reason, it really helped to feel like I was still contributing.

The more time I spent at home, the more energy I got. I felt better that wise, and was able to spend more time awake and less time recovering from the horrible effects of chemotherapy, but at the same time, the horrible effects of brain cancer were starting to work their way into my life.

I was developing a gait, and my balance was steadily getting worse. That was proven every week at the doctor's appointment, when Dr Anderson would ask me to balance on one leg. At the beginning, I could stand on one leg almost indefinitely. Nowadays, I was lucky to last 30 seconds before tipping over.

Walking was hard, my vision was getting worse, and I was starting to forget things. Like the other day, when the Neal's came over, and I couldn't for the life of me, remember Lily's name. I ended up accidently calling her Lana, which was really embarrassing. Thankfully she didn't hear me.

I'd since made a little notebook with little things like that in it. Like people's names. My address. My phone number. Rhett's phone number. Just things that I'd need to remember if I ever forgot them.

It was a scary thought, thinking about that. That one day I might wake up and not know who I am. Or who Rhett and Link were. I might be on my own too, and then I'd forget where I lived and then I might never find my way home.

That terrified me.

I was too terrified to tell Rhett that I was forgetting things. He was worrying about every single other thing, he didn't need to worry about this too. I had my notebook, I was sure I'd be okay.

Right?