Chapter 1: Getting the News
"Catch my breath, no one can hold me back, I ain't got time for that"-Catch My Breath Kelly Clarkson
"There's nothing you can do?" my mom asked for like the billionth time while I sat there, arms folded across my chest. My chest length blond hair was pulled up into a bun on top of my head and my blue/green eyes where red and filled with tears from the news I was hearing. I tried my best to hold in the tears, but a few spilled over. Every time a tear slipped out, my best friend Electra was quick to wipe it away and smile at me. My other best friend Max was also quick to put a comforting arm around me and smile too.
"I'm afraid not, we didn't catch it quick enough." said doctor-whats-his-name. Yes, I forgot his name, I was a little preoccupied with this new information, so sue me. "Even if we gave her chemo therapy, I don't think it would do anything at this point."
After that he left the hospital room, leaving us to our thoughts. After awhile of just sitting in silence, all of us to afraid to brake it, my mom left to go sign us out. I guess I should explain.
My names Katherine Elizabeth James, and what just happened was me getting diagnosed with brain cancer. Stage three, to be exact. My mom and my two best friends(no dad since he left us for some dumb blonde) have been with me at the hospital in Los Angeles for hours waiting for them to tell us whats going on with me. This was not what we we're expecting.
"You know what we should do?" I looked up from the tile I had been staring down for the last ten minutes and at Max and waited for him to continue. "I mean, we all know your going to make it through this, but you should write a bucket list."
"That's actually not a bad idea." Electra stated, which made Max look smug. I sighed and just shrugged, not in the mood to talk. They both look at me sympathetically. No, not sympathy, more like pity. I don't want pity. I want this to go away.
"Don't look at me like that, I don't want your pity." I snapped at them. They flinched, surprised at my outburst. I sighed and rubbed my temples, I could feel a headache coming on. "Sorry, it's just I don't want you guys to think me differently just because of something in my head. I just want to go back to normal, but I can't. Because I'm dying. And I have to accept this, and move on because I've only got seven months. That's going to take some getting used to. So, how about that bucket list?"
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Seven Months
RomanceSeven Months. Seems long to you, but to me feels like just weeks. My name is Kathrine Elizabeth James. I was diagnosed with stage 3 brain cancer. I was given a total of seven months to live. Seems long, right? Wrong.
