Gemma and Danny love each other. They have been together almost ten years and everything is perfect. But then Danny receives his news. A new cancer is spreading through his body, a cancer that will affect his gender hormones. Immediate action must take place if he is to be given the chance to survive. We all know that cancer ruins the most innocent of lives. It will be hard for Danny and Gemma in a truly unimaginable way never seen before. It's time for an unchosen change.


3. Before 🌸 - chapter 3

Before 🌸 - chapter 3


Cancer, a type of disease caused by an uncontrolled division of abnormal cells in a part of the body. My dad had died from it when I was in my early teens. So it wasn't too hard for me to believe. I stayed staring at Dr Regnal.

"How long have you known?" I asked in a hoarse whisper.

"Oh, well we don't know for certain," he went rushing in to excuses to try and get out of my unbreakable gaze. "We don't know at all actually. We just..."

"How long have you known?" I repeated the question and cut him off in mid sentence.

"We have suspected, I say suspected because that is all this is, a suspicion." He removed his glasses. "We have suspected for nearly a year now. We'd never seen this irregularity before. You are the first in the whole world."

"What's the irregularity?" He kept calling it an irregularity, but he wasn't giving me any details. He shifted again.

"It's complicated. It's in your hormone system, we still can't be sure if it's a cancer though. As I said before, it's new, unseen, uninvestigated. All we know is that, if left, it will destroy your hormones."

"What's so bad about that?" They were just annoying emotions that affected a guy's down below every now and then weren't they?

"They control your brain, your mood, your behaviours. Without them, you won't feel anything the same way as you did before. Hormones make you you Danny. Does that make sense?"

I nodded. "Yeah, if they aren't working, then," I hesitated a second and looked across at Gemma. I'd almost forgotten she was here. Her head was bowed, face surrounded by long curtains of blonde hair. I watched as a clear tear fell from her smudged cheeks and landed on her lap, "then.." I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence.

"Yes Danny," the doctor sat back again. "Without hormones, you may not feel anything the same as before, therefore," he paused, "you may not feel the same way about Gemma."

No, that wasn't possible. I'd feel the same way for her no matter what, no matter where, no matter when.

"No," I said. "No," I stood up. "That wouldn't happen, couldn't happen."

I looked over at Gemma again. She had turned her face away from me but I could tell she was still crying. I looked back at Dr Regnal. I shook my head and shoved my chair to the side. I grabbed the door and flung it open. I tumble out of that dreaded room and ran straight down the corridor, bumping into all kinds of people as I went: a little old lady, a male nurse, a woman with a troll of food. But I didn't apologise, I didn't look back, I didn't help clean up the mess I'd made. I just kept running, running from this unbearable monster of truth until I reached the exit. Then I did stop. What was it the doctor had said again? 'We don't know at all actually,' and 'We have suspected, I say suspected because that is all this is, a suspicion.'

It was all ok. They didn't know anything. I looked up to the sky. Right here, right now, I was the same as I was an hour ago. I had no diagnosis, there was no difference to me, I was fine. They wanted to do tests, but they couldn't force me. If there were no tests, then there would be no diagnosis. No diagnosis, no problem! All was going to be as it was before. I'd go and find Gemma, we'd leave, get married and make love. Life was going to carry on as it was. Everything was going to be ok, perfect even, and no one and nothing was gonna change that. Not even a potentialt life threatening disease that I didn't have.

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