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Treatment had been

Going on for

About three weeks,

And I was literally

Sick of it.

I throw up

All the time,

I told you

One day.

I can hardly

Eat any food,

And I'm weak.

I'm pale, Adam.

Not that I

Was ever tan before,

But I'm super pale.

I don't want

To do this anymore.

You just looked away,

Not meeting my eyes,

And said,

You need to

Do it, Macy.

It's important for

Your health,

You know that.

I became angry.

Who were you

To tell me

What I needed

To treat this disease?

When did you get

Your oncology degree?

I can do

As I please,

Adam. It's my

Body, and I

Can stop treatment

Any time I want.

You glared at me,

Anger visible in

Your eyes, and

Left. I don't know

Where you went

That day, but

I know that

I was alone,

And I started to cry.

I was miserable,

And I didn't

Want to continue

With the chemo.

But I knew

That my mother

Would be crushed

If I died,

So I continued

To go through

With the medicine.

-

I'm sorry,

You told me

Over the phone

Later that night.

The time was

Around two a.m.,

And my mother

Was fast asleep

In the chair

In the corner.

I know,

I said back,

I am, too.

I want to

Go home, love.

I'm sick of

Being in this room

All the time.

I heard you

Sigh on

The other side.

I know, babe.

It'll get better soon.

You hung up

A few minutes later,

And I went to sleep.

-

The next morning,

I was discharged

From the hospital,

And I got

To go home.

My brothers were

Ecstatic to see me,

But after a while,

They went back

To their video games.

I sat on the couch

And didn't go

Anywhere. It didn't

Matter, though because

I didn't feel like

Going anywhere.

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