‼️ON PAUSE‼️ 'Cause The Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You

"You did great!" My mother said to me with a smile.
Today was my fourth day of chemotherapy. The doctors say it will help 'kill' the tumor. They just give me this shot that has some really strong medicine stuff. It makes me sick, like I have to throw up. I just lay in bed all day. I think it makes me look pale but everyone else just tells me otherwise. I haven't really gotten that 'cancer look' yet. Ya know, bald head and the appearance of nothing but bones. I don't know what I'll look like, that's just somthing I've seen in a movie. I really hope I don't loose my hair. I would look so strange.
I haven't been that upset about me getting cancer. I mean, I know that I'm really freakin' sick, and that there's a chance I may or may not survive but, you've got to think positive. Yeah it's hard sometimes but I get used to it. I told Carry the other day. Her on the other hand, let's just say she didn't take it so easily.
*The Other Day*
"What do you mean you have cancer?!"
"I'm fine Carry, I really am." I said, trying to get her to calm down.
"The hell you isn't! You freakin' got a disease. Can't they take it away?"
"Of course they can. It just takes time." I said calmly.
"Bandit, what if you don't have time?"
I froze. I couldn't think straight. "Well.." I spoke slowly. "I try not to think that way."
"Well you know good and well that I think in all crazy kinds of ways."
I laughed. "You always cheer me up Carry."
"Oh, now don't you try and be all sweet to me. Your sick, you need to rest. I'll text you later."
"Carry, wait!" I shouted. She walked out of my room with a frown.
Ugh. That was painful. I really didn't want to tell her but what was my other choice. She's my best friend, I have to tell her everything.
The next person that we have to tell is Uncle Mikey. That's going to be one hell of a journey.
"Hey Mikey, It's Gerard. I was wondering if you wanted to join us for lunch.
Yeah Bandit will be there, she's got something real important to tell you."
Daddy hung up the phone. I was sitting on the couch watching tv.
"Now Pablo, who will you give the rose too?"
Man, I just love the bachelor.
"How do you watch this show? Men trying to win a girl by giving them a rose? It's ridiculous."
Daddy said, sitting next to me.
"He is trying to find the one. It's kind of like a match-making service in a way. But man, does he look good on a horse." I said, scooping some lucky charms into my mouth. As I stared at the screen I felt my phone vibrate next to me. I looked at it to see a text from Hunter blinking on the screen. A smile lit up on my face.
"And what are you so happy about?" Daddy asked.
"Hunter texted me."
"Ahh, young love. I remember when I got my first girl friend. It was high school. The year was-"
"1994. And she was a bitch." Mom said as she descended the stairs.
"Come one Lindsey, she wasn't that bad."
Mom came over and sat close to daddy.
"Please, she screwed your next door neighbor then came to your house to see if she could get some."
"Yeah, but she was fine."
"Not as fine as me." Mom said, kissing dad.
"I no longer want to eat this cereal!" I proclaimed, standing up and rushing to the kitchen.
"You guys are sick."
"That meant cool back in my time!" I heard dad shout.
I put my cereal bowl in the sink and unlocked my phone. I read Hunter's text.
"Hey Bandit, I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie this afternoon?"
I frowned. I was busy with our lunch date with Uncle Mikey.
"I wish I could, but I have lunch with my Uncle.. I get to tell him today.."
I sent back. I know that it would disappoint him but I couldn't lie.
"Oh it's fine, I understand, tomorrow?"
"Defiantly. :)"
I walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room. Mom and dad were still kissing.
"Go get a room!" I shouted as I ran upstairs. They are so gross.
When I got to my room I turned on some music. I turned the volume way up. All you could hear was Green Day blasting through my speakers. I danced a little as I was getting ready. I couldn't wait to see Uncle Mikey, but I defiantly could wait to tell him what I needed to. I really hope he won't over react... Or just break down in tears. I mean, ya never know...it's my Uncle Mikey.
Two hours later I was sitting in a small coffee shop with mom, dad, and uncle. We were talking and laughing and it was so much fun.
"So um Bandit, what did you have to tell me?" Asked Uncle Mikey.
It got really quiet and all of our faces lost all the emotion and smiles we had just a few seconds ago.
"Well, it's something that probably shouldn't have happened."
His eyes grew wide. "Your not pregnant are you?..." He stuttered.
I couldn't help but laugh. "No, I'm not pregnant."
"Good, 'cause I would kill you."
"Oh believe me Micheal, we would have killed her first." Mom said. We all laughed.
"It's not something to laugh at." I said quietly.
"Uncle Mikey, I have cancer."
It looked like the color just drained from his face.
"No.. no no no."
"Yes, it's stage two brain cancer."
He pounded his fist onto the table. We got a few looks from some strangers.
"My little girl does not have cancer!"
"You can't change the fact." I said.
"You only fifteen, you shouldn't have cancer!"
"Theres nothing she can do about it Mikey. Chemo and time are all we have." Daddy said, trying to calm him down.
All of a sudden I was just wrapped up in someone's arms. I heard a light sobbing. I looked up to see Uncle Mikey hugging me.
"I just don't want to lose you Bandit." He spoke softly.
"Your not gonna. I'm going to live through this."
"You're so brave. I just love you so much."
I hugged him so tightly. I love my uncle, so much. He's like my best friend. I never want to lose him, but first... I don't want to lose me.

Notes

Please don't be angry at me guys. I had some of the chapter done but my internet quit on my for a few weeks and well, I couldn't update. I apologize. I know I've been really terrible about updating and I hope you can forgive me. I'd also like to say thank you (if I haven't before) for all the positive comments I have gotten and all the views for this story. I really appreciate it all. It means the world to me to know that so many people like my writing. But probably not now since I haven't written in so long. Anyways, Happy Belated New Year!

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