Abigail

Chapter fifteen.

Chapter fifteen.

About 4 or 5 days had past since my argument with Ashton and in those three days, a lot has happened.

Mum visited and brought me a present, to which I ripped open in excitement, to see a brand new wig made of real hair. The wig was identical in colour to my hair so when I looked over at my mum, she told me that she had collected all of my hair that had fallen out and had it taken to a shop where they made it into a wig for me. That set me off and I cried buckets, realising that my mum had done the nicest thing ever for me.

Dad also dropped by to see me and brought a gift bag full of little things - a brush for my wig, bobbles, hair grips, a teddy, chocolate, some bottles of water, some earphones, a portable phone charger, some crayons, felt tips, a drawing pad and a pad of paper along with a pen. Again, I sobbed my eyes out, grateful for everything he was doing for me even though he was trying to recover himself. We had a big catch up and he told me that he'd try and come and see me as much as possible.

Noah was up everyday, keeping me company and watching films with me. Each night after lights out, he'd find a way to sneak in, play games and watch youtube with me until I fell asleep and then he snuck back out. He was being the best brother that I could ever ask for. He was even skipping nights out and spending time with his friends to hang out with me instead which I found really sweet, but I did try and persuade him to spend time with him. Not that he listened to me but hey, I tried!

I hadn't heard from Ashton. He hadn't made any Facebook status' nor any tweets on twitter and he had made no attempt to get in contact with me. I was kind of gutted but I knew that it was for the best because I didn't have the energy to fight with him anymore.

Also, the other girls that were sharing a room with me and Amy introduced themselves. Ellie and Louise were both eighteen and were both having treatment that was just to keep them in remission. I felt like the odd one out, knowing that I was the only one in our room that wasn't in remission but I was hopeful. My time would come. I hoped.

Today was also the fourth day of chemotherapy, which was not fun at all. I had done nothing but throw up, watch films and sleep. It was horrible, it really was but I was doing it for my family. That and because I was terrified of dying.

A thought came to me whilst I was waiting for Noah to come over. I grabbed my pad of paper and some coloured felt tips. I spent about an hour in total, before coming up with a list of ten things that I thought would be pretty cool to do before I died.

ABBY'S BUCKET LIST;

1. Fly a hot air balloon.

2. Visit the Eiffel Tower.

3. Attend a concert.

4. Take random photos in a photo booth.

5. Send a message in a bottle.

6. Go up the down escalator.

7. Hold a sign up saying 'free hugs.'

8. Fall in love.

9. Lose my virginity.

10. Die happy.

I folded the piece of paper up and put it into my bag, leaving it for later. As soon as I get out of here, I'm going to try and accomplish them with no help from any organisations that granted wishes. I wanted to do it off my own back, not because somebody granted me the ability to and organised it. I want it to be my doing.