Chapter 3:
5 years. It’s been 5 years since my whole family found out that I had cancer. Of course it’s also been 5 years of absolute failure to get rid of the little shit that’s in my brain. The weird thing was, was that it hasn’t been getting worse, just sitting there, sort of dormant, in my brain. Sometimes it’ll spike up causing me to be rushed to the hospital but as soon as I would get there it would go back to normal. I’ve been back and forth from the hospital to many times to count; I even have a designated room that has my name on the door 24/7.
I haven’t been to school in 5 years either. Although every year I get mushy letters from the class of 2014, get better soon, yadda yadda yadda. The only letter I look forward to is from Zach, and we send letters back and forth all the time.
I remember the first couple days of having cancer all the time. It’s sort of what gets me to sleep, I dream about it to. Of course I have dreams of me dying every night but it seems the Good Lord just has some reason to keep me here.
I hear quiet knocks on my door than, “Honey, it’s us,” My mom’s voice drifted in from behind my door.
“Mom, you don’t have to knock just come in,” I say, shaking my head.
“Kayce, sweetie, how are you doing?” My dad asks.
“I’m doing good, although when do I get to come home, this is one of the longer visits and the food just isn’t working for me.”
“Soon, honey, soon,” my father smiled at me.
“Hi Hadley,” I smile at my little sister, my parents were hesitant on having kids after me but I told them they had to, she was born about two years after me having cancer.
“Hi sissy!” She shouted running from behind my mom and giving me a big hug. I loved her with all of my heart, “I brought you something,” She smiled at me then ran to my dad who had a bag in his hand.
She ran back over to my bed and gave it to me, I slowly opened it. Inside was a very cute teddy bear holding a heart that said I love you! Beneath was a box that read Pandora on the front. I looked at my parents with a look that said you shouldn’t have. But they did and inside was a beautiful bracelet, it was purple, my favorite color, and extremely cute.
“Thanks guys, but you really shouldn’t have!” I said.
“But we did, and you’re going to wear it because it cost a lot of money,” My dad said, laughing. My mom walked over, took the box, and slid the bracelet on my slender wrist.
“Mike honey, could you go take Hadley to get something to eat while I talk to Kayce?”
“Sure Rachel,” my dad, said grasping Hadley’s hand and taking her to a vending machine.
“Mom, why would you get me this bracelet, what with the hospital bills and everything?”
