Dying Wish

People say cancer makes you depressed, makes you want to give up, there's nothing that can make you feel stronger or alive. Maybe that's true, maybe its not. For me its not true. Sometimes you have that one special thing that helps you. That you get excited to see, to watch, to listen. Sometimes its just a tv show maybe a toy or your phone. One Direction is what has helped keep me alive. I have cancer. Its called Melanoma and its a skin cancer that can be cured unless it spreads to much. Every patient is part of The Wish Foundation we get a wish. All I can think about is that one girl that got to meet Kim Kardashian, if she could meet her then maybe I have a small chance of meeting One Direction.


12. Chapter: 11- Paparazzi

     “Payton! Payton!”


     “Over here! Payton say something!”


     “Payton, Are you dating one of the boys?” Seriously I’m fifteen and their twenty or older. Stupid Paparazzi.


     “Payton! When is your surgery?”


     “Payton!” Some airport security had to escort me out which got a lot of attention form people.


I’m not famous yes I met One Direction but that doesn’t mean stalk me. Three weeks until my surgery and I rather not have to deal with paparazzi.




    The surgery is today and I’m really scared. I’m having stage two surgery which is when they remove the skin is removed which is where the melanoma is, its usually large sections but it depends on the thickness of the melanoma. I have talked to the boys twice sense I last saw them but they have been very busy with practice and interviews, etc.

     “Well talk to you when you out of surgery and your able to talk.” The boys say and I end the Skype call. Today is the day of the surgery and I’m about to be put to sleep.  “I’ll see you soon.” My mom says and my eyes flutter closed.


     “What do you mean?” I hear someone ask.


     “She needs stage four. It’s spread to much.” A deeper voice says. My eyes open and I see my mother and a doctor talking. My mom has tears on her cheeks and I can tell the doctor is uncomfortable.


     “Mom?” My voice is hoarse and scratchy. Her head snaps towards my direction and she burst into more tears. She hobbles over towards me and crushes me into a hug.


     “Ms. Reynolds as I was telling your mom, the surgery was not successful and you will need stage four.” The doctor smiles at me sympathetically


     “Stage four is mostly incurable.” My mother says while wiping her eyes, with that I start crying.


     “You need to answer the boys. They have been calling for three days. You have to tell them.” My mom tells me for the thirteenth time sense the surgery. 


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