The Journey That Is Life; A Teenage Perspective

Chapter 24- Stop Spreadin' The News

     I sat there in silence awaiting my mother and Dr.B to come back into the room. The only bright side to this situation right now is I know my heart is beating. The wall clock above me gave off a simple, Tick. Tock. And I could feel my pulse shoot across my body, it was significantly faster than the ticking noise, but at least it was working. I've seen cardiac arrest documentaries, so maybe I’d be able to tell if and when my heart will spasm out of my chest. Who knows? I heard faint voices from the end of the hallway, one distinctively was my moms voice, being louder than it really should be, like usual.

     "Now, this isn't easy for anyone in this world." Dr.B said, walking into the room, keeping an eye on me.

     "What is?" I asked, probably with a worried face, but I didn't care.

     "Do you two know the procedure for a neurological exam?" She asked, looking at her clipboard.

     "Why would we need to perform one of those?" My mom asked, sitting up in her chair, looking over top her reading glasses, looking worried yet bugged that she was here.

     "If you haven't noticed, Mrs. Smith, your daughter here, could possibly have a severe problem, and its only the right thing to do is check for everything possible. Just to make sure she's heal--"

     "What’s a neurological exam?" I asked, I was holding my arms in front of my stomach, I could care less that I interrupted her I wanted to know.

      "Well. It can include tests to check your vision, hearing, balance, coordination and reflexes. I'm sure you've had it previously, when you were younger." She said, as if she was talking to a five year old. I Wanted to sneer, but I know its not the time and place.

     From there, my sight was checked first. It wasn't as keen as it should be, blurry at sometimes, and from getting light-headed, the corners of my eyes got darker. After notes were taken, my hearing was sensitive so they looked into that too. My coordination wasn't amazing either, and my reflexes responded better on my left side.

     "A few things we should be concerned about." The doctor said, writing information down. This lady doesn't like a lot of eye contact, does she? "Now it is a serious question here that I’d like your mother to answer." I just nodded my head, I didn't care who she answered, I really just wanted to leave and huddle up in my bed. "Does cancer run in the family? On either sides." The doctor asked. There was no sound in the room for some time, it seemed like forever in my eyes. I know my face looked dead, I felt like it. Even the word cancer scares me. I know I’m never supposed to believe everything I read and hear, but the websites I looked over briefly, had cancer written all over it.

     Conversations went on in front of me, but I didn't give them any thought, I was just scared. I was quickly getting overwhelmed, I got lost track of where I was, what I was doing, and my head was blacking out. It must've made quite the scene since I unexpectedly fell off my chair onto the cold floor, and closed my eyes until everything just stopped.

I seem to be spending a little too much time in the hospital lately