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This Pain It Visit's Almost Nightly

Awake and Alive

"Mom?" Frankie asked turning his pale face away from the window that showed him the outside world of the car.

"Yes honey?" she asked as she divided her attention between her son and driving to their new home in Belleville, New Jersey.

"Can I walk around the backyard when we get to the house?" he asked her in a near whisper. His vocal choards weren't playing ball today; no different from most other days.
Frankie, sadly, was terminally ill with Kidney Cancer.

It started six months ago with abdominal pains. Frankie had thought they would go away in a few days, but it got worse. He started having back pains ontop of the abdominal pains, and, added to that, blood started showing up when he went to the bathroom.

He got so scared that he hid it from his mom until, one day at school his sides (also known medically as Flank Pains) started and he screamed out in Math class while holding his sides.

When they tried to move him, he screamed out in more pain, because the minimal abdominal and back pains surged when the flank pains started.

They rushed him to the Emergency Room while they called his Mom to tell her what was going on.

He was put in the back of an Ambulance, given Morphine, and he was as lucid as Cindy Lauper on a good night.

He didn't know what was happening around him, but all he knew was that the pain was dulled and he was a happy camper.

He must have been shipped to half a dozen places, but all he heard was "I Miss You" by Blink-182 playing over and over again in his head.

He started, at one point, mumbling the lyrics.

The rest Frankie can't exactly remember, but he remembered waking up the next afternoon and being told that he had an advanced form of Kidney Cancer that was going to kill him before his 18th birthday...if he was lucky he'd be able to celebrate it, but those chances were slim.

He was told to live the rest of his life the way he wanted, because they didn't see Frankie having any chance of surviving.

His mother asked if they couldn't just take the Cancer out, but, they believed, that Frankie has had it for a while, but it just started creeping up and making itself known now.

The pains were just the beginning.

Six months later, Frank was taking half a dozen perscriptions just to keep himself going and not keal over from the pain in his body.

His already thin form got to where he looked anorexic, he had to wear glasses to see sometimes, he couldn't tolerate the cold, and his boels were flaming in ferocious flames every time he bent too far down.

It was August...he expired a week into October.

Such a wasted life he has had.

Notes

I know that it's Frankie's POV, but written in third person. It's because I tend to want to keep some distance between myself and the character's I am writing the view in; so their will never be "I", "Me", or "My" when I am in a character's point of view.

Chelsea's Dead Smile

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