I got up to go to therapy this morning, when I got a text from one of my new friends from rehab, Alana. She wanted to talk.
Alana: Hey.
Me: Hey, what's up?
Alana: Need 2 talk. Phone call?
Me: Of course, hold on.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Things're falling apart...again. I hate my life. Why do I keep messing up my life?" Alana answered angrily.
"Slow down. Tell me what happened."
"Well...I just got a text saying that my dad's in the hospital with stage four cancer." She cried into the phone.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. What can I do?"
"Come to the hospital with me to visit him, please."
"I will. I'm very sorry."
I arrived at Saint Matthew's Hospital right away.
"Hey, Alana, hi, Mr. Knight," I greeted. "What's the prognosis?"
Prognosis? I thought. I'm scared of what the doctor's going to say.
"It's stage four testicular cancer." Mr. Knight explained.
"Oh, no, I'm very sorry, Sir."
"That's what I was trying to say on the phone," Alana explained, "but I just couldn't. It's too horrible."
She began to cry.
"It's okay, Alana," I comforted, "we can get through this. With God on our side, we can't fail." I smile, remembering those exact words that Robert said to me when I went through treatment.
A nurse came and told us that visiting hours are over.
"Please, go," Nurse Victoria urged. "Visiting hours are now over."
Visiting hours are now over, I thought, shuddering at the fact that those words were still locked in my mind.
"Everything okay?" Alana asked.
"Y-yeah," I stuttered. "Everything's fine."
"Just making sure. You seem a little shaken."
"Fine," I let out a huge sigh. "I'll tell you."
"You don't have to."
"I know, but I want to. I've been wanting to tell someone about this."
"Does Robert know?"
"Yes, I tell him everything. Anyway..."
An hour later, I finished my story about my recovery and illness.
"Wow." Alana said, shaken. "I'm sorry about your Mom. You're a tough woman."
"Thanks," I said, wiping a tear away from my eye, "we both are. Let's remember that."
"Sounds good to me. Remember, 'it's never too late to ask for help'. There's no fear in asking for help. I'm here for you always."
I hugged Alana.
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A/N-Fifth chapter's done! What do you think about Alana's Dad being in the hospital with stage four testicular cancer? Comment, please.
Who started school this week? Mine started on Monday. :( Three classes, though. I'm taking Introduction to Special Education, Sociology, & World Civilizations. How many classes are you taking? Comment below (or inline comment). What's your favorite subject(s)? Mine are English, History, languages, & humanities (Introduction to World Religions was the one of the best classes I've ever took. It's so interesting. We learned about Hinduism, Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity, & Islam).
I've also added a line from Degrassi Next Class in this chapter.
I've got an idea: vote if you've started school this week. Comment what subjects you don't like/subjects you like.
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