Tradley Imagines

The support group

Mentions of Lung cancer and prostate cancer

Brad's Pov
"BRAD ARE YOU NEARLY READY, WE HAVE TO GO SOON !" Shouts my Mum from downstairs

"YESSSS." I shout. I then begin searching for my wardrobe for a oversized hoodie as they are my favourite as they don't make me look so ill. Oh yeah I have lung cancer. My Mum wants me to go to this cancer support group and I can't think of anything worse. I then find my stussy hoodie and some black jeans and put my black banadan in my hair to contain my curls. I'm going to absolutely hate the day I lose my hair as everyone will know I have cancer. I then slowly make me way downstairs holding onto the banister to help support me. When I'm down I take a few minutes to catch my breath back before I go into the kitchen. I see my mum cooking some pancakes. I then sit down at the table and lay my head on the table.

"You okay sweetheart." Says my Mum getting worried. So then puts the frying pan down and walks over to me and puts her hand to my forehead. "At least you haven't got a fever this morning." My Mum says before going to back to finish breakfast

I then pick up the tablets that are on the table and swallow them. My Mum then comes back over and places a plate of pancakes in front of me. Before I have chance to protest about how much Mum has given me.

"Don't worry you don't have to eat it all, just eat what you can." My Mum says before smiling at me and then she carries of potering in the kitchen.

What feels like a eternity later I have had what I can of my breakfast and now me and Mum are on our way to the support group. I do feel quite sick though. Hopefully I won't throw up during the support group. It's about a 10 minute drive before we pull outside the community centre. It has been painted since I've last been here. It's got a new fresh colour of red and new stained glass windows.

"Mum, do I have to go ?" I beg my Mum feeling the tears brim my eyes. I quickly wipe them away before they start to fall.

My Mum then pulls me in for a hug. Before she says. "I can't imagine how hard this must all be for you. But by doing this it might make you understand what's going on more and you never know you might meet someone. " Then she gives me a kiss on my forehead.

"Mum please I will forever be alone. Plus what guy is going to want to date me with lung cancer. " I say feeling the lump in my throat.
I'm openly gay with my family and thankfully they accepted me for being me as I don't know what I would do without them. Especially since I've been diagnosed.

"BRADLEY SIMPSON DON'T EVER SAY THAT AGAIN. YOU WILL FIND SOMEONE." Shouts my Mum which startles me.

"Thanks. I'm going to go now. " I reply before opening the car door and slowly getting out.

"I will be right here. So if you feel to uncomfortable just leave okay." Says my Mum while smiling at me.

"Okay thank you love you." Before my Mum has chance to reply I'm already out the car and walking towards the community centre. I stop and see people walking in carrying oxygen tanks on their back, some people with no hair. I suppose that will be me soon as much as I don't want to admit it to myself. I then carry on walking but when i walk in I realise I can't go in there and talk about my cancer. I then myself panicking and rush out the door and bump into someone on my way out. I can't even look at them in that  second my converse are the most interesting.

"Oh I'm sorry. I'm Tristan nice to meet you. " says Tristan

Tristan's Pov
Me and my Mum pull up outside the support  group that I have been going to every week since I've been was diagnosed with prostrate cancer over nearly 2 years ago. My Mum then brings me out of my thoughts.