The Stronger Battle {Sequel to Cancer?}

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Emmis POV.

"Hey guys, I have some news for you. " I turn to see Grace and I give a small wave and a sad smile that she returns. "Avia will remain here to be monitored for a few months. The cancer is spreading but slowly and the chemo is slowing it down. She's really wiped right now from the chemo, and her last episode when Zachary was here was a seizure but subdued from the cannibus she's on. It really is helping her.  Things get worse before they get better. She should be able to sit up and hold conversations in a few days, she's just recovering and the chemotherapy is constantly being pumped through her body. She'll get breaks from it every now and then but we're really hoping to calm down the cancer before it gets too bad. She's honesty doing well and she'll be okay." Grace finishes and I jump up to hug her tightly. She hugs me back as I cry into her white doctors coat.

"Thank you. " I whisper between happy sobs.

"Emmi, it's actually time for your next scan too, shall we?" I nod and stumble a bit, reaching for my  crutches. Mom and dad hug me along with Brock, Gavin, and Daxton . I hobble off with Grace and get my scans done. It's excruciating to sit in the machine while excited about the news with Avia. Grace said that things would get worse before they got better. Avia isn't out of the woods, but the canibus is working and the chemo is slowing the cancer. She forgave me and that's what matters right now.

My scans finally finish and Grace helps me out of the machine. We walk back to the room in silence and she leaves and returns with a clipboard and a sad look on her face. I feel my stomach drop as she tells me to sit down in the bed next to Avia's. I can tell Gavin is worried and my parents look terrified by the expression on Grace's face.

"Emmi, you were in remission for a while, but it has become apparent in this last scan that another tumor is forming in your left shoulder. We can do some chemo therapy and it may help, but there is a huge risk with this tumor. If it doesn't diminish in sizing quickly it will likely,"Grace pauses and takes a shaky breath. "It will likely take your life Emmi. It's so close to your spinal cord and it can't be operated on. How fast it popped up tells us that it will get worse without proper treatment. Emmi, there isn't a lot of hope with this, it is estimated that you have 6 months left. I'm so sorry sweetheart. I'll let you take this in." Grace wipes at her eyes and hugs me tightly. "I'm so so sorry."