The office in which I sat in was bleak, white and bleak. The walls were bare apart from the x-ray light and a poster of the human brain, the desk in which they sat before bare, with only an laptop, pen and a file labelled with my name and records spread over the dark wooden desk, and the only window in the room was covered with white blinds which were closed.

However, this was an all too familiar office for me. It was a place visited it every month for the past five years.

I was sixteen when I was first diagnosed with it. By it, I mean Glioblastoma multiforme (GBM); the most common and aggressive type of primary brain tumor that took over 87% of the lives it burdened, and would eventually drown me when the time came.

"He's relapsing." spoke Dr. Fabray, a middle-aged women from Yorkshire with mid cheek length blonde hair and a smile that made even this situation slightly bearable for anyone's sake.

Those two words, even the word relapse, had been my greatest fear since they had been given the welcomed news that my brain tumor had gone into remission and I moved back in with my parents after withdrawing from my freshman year of college.

"I am going to request some further tests so we can grasp just how far along the relapse in the tumor is” She spoke again and I shuddered.

I nodded numbly, as did Mom.

"What's going to happen to me?" I asked, my voice was just barely louder than a whisper. Even though I had already been through this once when I was younger, nothing in the world could have prepared anyone for this kind of news.

"Tuesday." She said, her face solemn and barren of any expression. I could tell she had done this before. She was good at it too.

"Tuesday, we can start you on Systemic chemotherapy, and take it from there."

Mom and I both nodded numbly again, her hand blindly finding mine and squeezing it, offering every bit of support possible.

“I know this is a lot to take in right now, but we won’t know what we are dealing with until the follow up tests tomorrow, so what I would suggest is to go home and rest,” Dr. Fabray offered with a supporting smile. 

“I will be in touch."

Again, I took in a shaky breath and stood myself up, frozen in fear. My hands were shaking and no matter what I tried to do, the tears started to fall, and every other bit of "staying strong" I had in mind went to hell.


Alright, so chapter one wasn't so horrible, right? I'm probably just talking to myself right now, so the point of the message is pretty much useless. I hope you liked it as much as I did. Maybe it'll become something big. Who knows :') )

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