Time consumed

Chapter one

{ This isn't promoting nor mocking illness, it's a love story & a romance that I hope to make you feel engaged within ; if you however are truly offended with something in this book then please message me, other then that enjoy}

My mothers tears fall furiously from her usually bright hazel eyes.

It's the second time I have been diagnosed with a cancer tumour and I know that my mum is finding it hard to cope, now after 3 years it had finally found it way back to me.

I sit on the chair opposite the cancer specialist, after 3 blood tests, 2 ultra sounds and 4 hospital appointments it has become official that I have cancer, a tumour on the right lobe of my brain.

I sit in silence as the specialist explains the far to familiar options for me too take for therapy.

"Chemo is an option" she purses her lips together "or an operation is possible" she adds, squinting her dark blue eyes at me excepting an answer.

"She knows her options" my mother sadly says, looking around the modern room that has now become my biggest enemy, I thought it was over, obviously not.

I sit in the wooden chair, immobilised. My nostrils being filled with the much too known scent, my body dull and weightless, I slowly bow my head only to have my mother lift it back up, she forces a smile but still has water droplets dropping from her warm eyes, staining her once dry cheeks.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you love" The specialist says, her voice thick, laced with unknown emotions.

"Thank you" I croak out, i refuse to lock myself away, this time I will live normally, I am normal.

I clutch my hands together, eager to leave the room.

"Okay" the specialist who I thinks name is Mary says, rolling her lips together smudging her thick red lipstick "we can bring you in for another appointment, you can also book an appointment for a therapist, it's a good idea to talk about your options" she suggests, making me roll my eyes.

Nervously biting my lip I say "I know what I want to do" while I'm saying this I can see my mums head snap in my direction in my peripheral vision, looking shocked almost.

Mary looks from me to my mother, furrowing her eyebrows she looks back at me "okay, what might that be then?" she says, tapping the bottom of her pen on the clipboard that rest in front of her.

"Chemo" I quietly say, my mothers sobs become more apparent and short, her face twists in pain, knowing what to excpect.

"Mum? is that okay with you" the specialists says, her concerned expression causes me to huff, drawing their attention to me.

"Mum isn't the one who will have to go through with this, it's me" I bite, this is to familiar and after all it is my option, no one else's.

"If it is what she wants, I guess so" my mothers shaky voice slowly breaks my heart, silent tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

Turning her head to me she places her hand on my back "if it's what you want baby" she tries her best to sound more steady, stable. nodding my head I wait to be dismissed from the room.

A couple of signed papers later I'm walking out the door into a large hallway, too big for a doctors place, almost big enough to look like a hospital.

My eyes deceive me as I see a little boy sitting in a corner of the hallway, in a defensive ball, his body small, fragile and vulnerable.

I approach him slowly, turning back to face my mother asking for her to give me a minute, I don't think she noticed the little boy until now because her eyes grow wide and she frowns but nods.