Chapter 28

A Chapter by Tiff-AH!-knee�

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The next morning was the same as always, as was the day. Wednesdays were always my weak point. I have gym on Wednesdays. That means I have a whole period to sit around and listen to kids complain about how horrible physical exercise was. Joy.

It flew by quickly though, as well as all of my afternoon classes.

Upon arriving home, I realize Doctor Baker is coming to see grandfather today. Good. Maybe I can ask him what's going on with Grandfather.

Then the phone rang. I was in the hall, near the book case. Okay, forward two steps, turn left.

I picked up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Doctor Baker. May I please speak to Daniel please?”

“I think he is sleeping, actually.”

“Okay, could you tell him that I called for him please?”

“Sure.” When I sensed he was going to hang up, I quickly said “Oh, Doctor Baker?”

“Yes, dear?” Why did everyone call me dear?

“What do you do?” This was the easiest way to ask him what was wrong without grandfather without actually coming out and asking.

“I'm a chemotherapist.” He said.

Chemotherapist? It didn't ring a bell. “Chemotherapist?” He'd explain, wouldn't he?

“For cancer patients.” Cancer patients. I froze. I don't know how many seconds went by standing there. It felt like forever. “Um...hello? You still there?”

I snapped out of my trance. “Um...yeah, thank you.” I didn't wait to hear what he said I put the phone down and my legs collapsed from underneath me. Grandfather had cancer? How could that...? Cancer? That couldn't be possible! You lose your hair and... I wouldn't have known. I wouldn't have known! I'm blind! The only clues I had were his coughing, and that's normal for anyone who's just “sick”!

I didn't know what to do. Grandfather had cancer, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. There was something killing my grandfather and I hadn't even known. When were they planning on telling me? Once he was dead?

I stood up, ready to yell for dad and demand that he tell me everything; ask him when he was planning on telling me. Then I stopped myself. They couldn't know I knew. That wasn't possible. It would be wrong for me to go behind their back and know things I wasn't supposed to know.

But I did it anyway. I was a bad person! No, no I can't turn this around on me. I just needed to calm down. Everything would be alright.

What kind of cancer did he have? How would I know? Was it deadly?

I sat back down, my back to the wall. Deep breaths: I had to take a lot of them when mom died. But Grandfather wasn't dead. Yet.

No! I needed to stop the pessimistic thoughts. Grandfather would be okay. I mean, if he was getting chemotherapy he would get better, right? It was helping, wasn't it?

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