The Hard Road.

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Lisa pulls her car into car park and takes a big breath, "Well, let's get going then Kiddo," She looks over at me before opening her door and walking towards the front door. I take a big breath and do the same. Beep, beep.  The lock on the car goes off behind me and all I can think is how much I hate hospitals and the news they bring.

I follow Lisa inside the hospital and towards the front desk. The receptionist smiled at us and said,"Hello, how may I help  you." How can you smile in a place that brings so much bad news. "Hello,  we are here to see Felicity Patterson"
The receptionist types the name into her computer. She looks up and says, "She's in the waiting room on floor 2." Lisa thanks her and heads towards the stairs.
"Can't we take the lift?" I ask groaning.
Lisa chuckles, "I'm sure we could use the exercise."
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I walked into the waiting room panting. Those were some hard stairs to climb. Don't judge me. I follow Lisa over to wear my parents are sitting and give them a small smile and sat beside Dad. Lisa took a seat next to Mum.

"So, have you been in yet?" I ask awkwardly trying to ease the tension.
"No, not yet. We've had the tests. Now we are just waiting for the results. " My mother looks at me seriously, "Jess, I would like you to come into the room while I'm been diagnosed, you too Lisa."
I nodded numbly not really noticing anything going on around me. My mum can't really have cancer can she? They must have read the signs wrong. Doctors can be wrong sometimes can't they? Yeah that's it. The doctors are wrong. Despite all of this reasoning a small part of me knew that the doctors weren't wrong. Not this time.
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It seemed like we were sitting there forever when in reality it was probably only one hour at the most. Finally a nurse came out and called, "Felicity Patterson, Dr Johnson has your results and is ready to see you now."
We all stood up and I took a deep breath. Now was the moment where I knew what was going to happen. Now was the time to prove those bastard doctors wrong. My mother was going to be fine. I followed my family and Lisa into the waiting room and took a seat in front of the doctor waiting for him to speak.

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