"So how are you feeling?" I lay here on the couch while Dr. Abraham does the basic check up he does every week. Looks to see if everything is working ok and all that. I was diagnosed with lung cancer 3 years ago, when I thought it would be cool to smoke.
"I'm feeling ok." I say quietly. But really, I'm not. I don't want to die. I can't die.
"Ok, well by the looks of it, your getting worse and worse Daisy. I would have to say by July, you can die." Tears filled my eyes. All I thought about was Harry. He's probably already on his way to the airport, getting ready to live up his life as a football player.
"Thank you doctor." Mom says, tears coming down her face. She sits down next to me on the couch and hugs me tight. I never want to let her go. Ever. But sooner or later I will have to.
Later that night, I was in my room getting ready for a video cam date with Harry. He's texting me saying he's on the plane and there's free wifi, so we thought it would be nice to video chat.
"Hey babe." I look over at my computer to see Harry's face covering up the whole screen. In the background, is several other people, either reading, on their devices, or sleeping.
"Hey." I say, leaning forward my computer on my bed. I have a goofy smile on my face, as well as him.
"You look gorgeous." He says, staring deep into my eyes. I lock my eyes with his. I don't want to move away. But I do.
I look at my bed sheets, then back up at him.
"Yeah babe?" I need to tell him about my cancer. Just say it. Just say it.
"Um, how are you feeling?" Chicken.
He chuckles. "I'm doing good. You?"
"I'm alright." Biggest lie I've said today.