One in a Million

Chapter 9

Chapter 9.

Kendra's POV

"Thanks for dinner," I thanked my mom who was in the kitchen literally all day, preparing this meal. It was a pot roast with stuffing and broccoli, my favorite. My parents were kind of quiet so that was unusual.

Taylor texted me this morning asking if I wanted to meet up with him tomorrow and do something, I didn't know what to say though, so I replied "sure if I can!" What was I even supposed to say? I can't get Zayn or Taylor out of my mind anymore and I feel guilty for liking them both.

My family was eating in silence, I'm not sure why though so I decided to ask, "what's going on?"

"Nothing," my mom said with a fake smile.

"Mom," I hissed.

"Um, well the doctor called," my mom said short of breath. My dad looked at his food, flipping over the pot roast and just playing with it. This couldn't be good.

"And?" I said pounding my palm on the kitchen table.

Riley started to bark and ran to the front door, a figured walked in. "Kendra!" My older brother called running to me. I kept my eyes locked onto my mom, wanting to know what the doctor said.

"Tell me." I demanded to her, ignoring Robbie and his opened arms.

"What did I interrupt?" Robbie asked, sitting down next to me at the table.

"The doctor called Robbie," my mom answered him. Why wasn't she telling me? I saw her eyes get glass like, as well as my dad's.

I looked over at my brother, his facial expression completely changed. He was wearing a smile but now it fell into a small frown. He knew what she was going to say and so did I.

"What did he say!" I shouted out standing up from my chair.

"It's gotten worse.." She said quietly, "you're Sarcoma has definitely returned. Your cancer is now on the fourth stage, which is the worst, it's spreading to all your limbs and the tumor cells will keep on reproducing and re-ceeding around your body unless you get surgery," she started crying hysterically.

The secret. The life changing secret that I've had since I was 14 is back.

When I was 14, I would always tell my mom how my head would hurt and she's like, oh it's fine you're just going through puberty but then I got indescribable bumps on my body. My legs and arms would always get swollen, my parents knew something was wrong.

They took me to the doctors and took some blood, ran some tests and later we found out that I had the start of Sarcoma. Sarcoma is a very rare cancer that is most common in young adults and is more deadly to mid teens than it is to older people. What happens with Sarcoma is there's a cancer tumor in your body, (it usually starts in your lungs) and it will receed and reproduce in your blood stream until your whole body is full of cancer cells, which will most likely kill you. Since I only had the start of it, it was very easy to cure with only medication and radiation, which would physically shrink the tumor and cause it to stop reproducing cancer cells in my body but there was a chance it could come back again.

And here it is. Stage lV, the worst stage. The one where its like, "oh you have that stage? You'll die soon." There's very little research done on Sarcoma and few treatment options, so basically I'll have to get surgery and they'll have to take out every single tumor to possibly stop it from reproducing. There's a 50/50 chance I'll live basically. I've done so much research on this cancer when I started feeling the symptoms again about 3 months ago.

"But there's something different about this time.." My mom started up again.

"What?" My brother asked, tears rolling down his face. He knew he was going to lose a little sister.

"I quit my job to take care of her while she's back and she needs surgery.. But it's expensive. We don't have the money for it either. Insurance won't cover it." She said with more cries and tears.

I felt numb. I'm such a fuck up. Only I could get this disease to take away my whole life. I'm such a mistake.

"What if we fundraise or something?" I asked looking up at everyone. They all looked broken, like their heart's got ripped out of their chests.

"I mean we could.." My dad joined in, agreeing with my idea.

"We could set up a stand by a store and ask for money or something," Robbie said, grabbing my hand from across the table.

"Sure," my mom said wiping away her tears, "whatever gets my baby girl her surgery."