It's been 2 weeks since Trey told me he has stomach cancer. I was crying for the first week, but I was sick this week.. Waking up running to the toilet to vomit, sometimes it not even when I wake up. I can be at school and it happens out of the blue and I know I'm not sick. It's the regular routine of pregnancy and it's not fun. I didn't get it certified yet but I know my body, and I know what's going on. I'm not stupid. I've talked to Trey about it but I don't want to tell my parents until we know for sure. I think Trish is suspicious of something but I haven't told her yet either.. It's nobody's business except for mine and Trey's.
I decided I should try going to school today, I've been sick Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. Which means today is Wednesday, my lucky day. Well, it'll only be lucky if I don't get sick today and I'm able to get a result from a doctor. Trey's taking me after school to the family clinic to get a pregnancy test.
There's part of me that doesn't want a baby, I don't need one.. But another part of me wants one, especially only with Trey because I know he doesn't have a lot of time left and it would be nice knowing he has a family of his own.. A family he created, one me and our baby will always cherish. I'm happy about this, when Trey's gone I'll always have a piece of him in my heart and in my life forever.
I met up with Trey at the main entrance of the school, we had our clinic appointment at 3:45pm. We're running late, it's 3:30pm and the clinic is 15 minutes away from the school.. We're suppose to be there at least 5 minutes before scheduled time so we can sign in. Looks like we have to wait until 4:25pm to get in to see the doctor. I sat on my chair just hoping, preying, wishing that my doctor was a woman I didn't know. Mom's a nurse, so there would be a lot of doctors and nurses she'd know and that I would know.
Me and Trey signed in, "Last name please." The nurse demanded. I looked at Trey and thought, he's never told me his last name, how could I not know his last name? "Munroe.." Trey said awkwardly, "And you, his Girlfriend. Last name." She said. "James. Olivia James and Trey Munroe." I replied. We did our signatures and got called in the doctors office. It was a whiles wait, Trey held my hand the entire time and promised, "Everything's fine, It'll be okay. We'll get through this." I sure hope we will, the last thing I need right now is my boyfriend to not be okay and not be in this with me.