Wednesday passed. This time I was sick and just about managed to throw back a couple of anti-sickness tablets a nurse handed me. I had to stay in the hospital overnight, just to make sure nothing new came up. In the morning, I felt fine so they called a doctor in and discussed my options with the chemo. It was decided my dose would be kept the same, but I would have to swallow more of the disgusting tablets. could have been worse.
Amazingly I was back at school on friday and playing football. Everyone put on a good show to make it look like they weren't going easy on me. A couple of times my team mates 'slipped' when crossing in or taking a corner, knowing I would not get angry at them. I chose not to notice, hoping it gave them some satisfaction that I stayed, mostly, injury free. There was nothing that could take away my clumsiness.
After practice, Heidi led me to her car after her parents had insisted in driving me home every week since my mum and dad were still working.
It was then I decided that it was time she knew.
"Heidi, I have to tell you something." I said.
"Not more bad news?" She bit her lip.
"Not really, just an insight into the bad." I grimanced at how horrifying that sounded.
"Go on then."
"I can't tell you outright, you have to be alone when you realise it, because you will cry. You know what I've got will kill me, right?"
"Well I chose my own fate. Think it through, think about last year. You'll make the connection." I whispered.