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Waiting

Here I am, waiting in the doctors room. Just waiting for the results to come back. If they come back positive I will be dead in the next few weeks or if I'm lucky, the next month or two. It's crazy to think that a month ago I was healthy living a happy life with nothing to worry about, but now look at me, I'm sitting in a doctors room waiting to see if I have cancer or not.

As I wait I picture myself at prom with him, I picture this because if I do have cancer I will never be able to go as prom is four months away. And yes, I'm eighteen and I might have cancer with a minimum of a week to live.

I carry on thinking about as Doctor Brady walks in and interrupts my thoughts...