The IV in my arm pumps in a saline solution now. But there is another bag of yellowish liquid that they’re waiting to administer.

Chemotherapy.

Adam came in with an oncologist and they outlined a treatment plan. I didn’t pay attention to the specifics of it. I trust that Adam will guide me toward the best treatment. And they seem to have a plan mapped out and the chemo ready to go. They’re waiting on some last blood tests that Adam ordered and then I’ll begin treatment.

I stare at that bag of chemicals like it’s an enemy-and yet it’s my only hope.

My chances of survival are low. The oncologist that visited with me was very clear about that. I appreciate the honesty.

He talked about treatment options, timelines, percentages of success and failure.

This is an advanced form of liver ca ncer and it is Stage IV.

There is less than a 5% chance of survival. 5% is something I suppose. But I’m not optimistic of beating those odds.

It’s more about buying time. There’s a chance this can halt the progression for a few months. And for now, I’m wiling to take that.

My father and my pack have been manipulated by Aaron and the events he set in motion forced my father to take his own life.

has to be reparation for this.

get away with

need to live

brother sits at my bedside. “The pack wants to conduct the ceremony to bury

“When?”

“Tonight.”

The sun is already setting. “You should head home then,

nods. He squeezes my hand for a moment. “I’m sorry, Leah. About all of this.” He means the ca ncer

I’m not strong enough to survive it.” And I think he’s right.

the discase back, then, yes. I will undergo

the transformation, that’s not to say that it will

only

death sentence, more

to be in an

nods. “I’ll come back for you well before midnight. Or I’ll send

“Thank you.”

to miss the funeral ceremony.

what it’s worth, I’m

have you known that my marriage isn’t valid?” I ask him. I’ve lived among

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