The smell of rubbing alcohol was amiss,  killing my darn cells more than my actual cancer ever was. The doctor's office was burning my precious nostrils, How did they expect a cancer patient  to sleep on a bed harder than a rock? This was a conundrum, my eyes were flowing with tears from the aching pain all over my body, I was prepared to die. I was still in indecision about whether I was ready to die.  The dying flowers on the cold table were getting depressing, and were reminding me if I would end up like that ephemeral…

  As I was dealing with all of these pains and problems, I felt a cold, bone chilling, slim hand on my shoulder.  “Nic, nicolette?” I manage to question while choking on my tears partially. “Yes Lynn its me” my sister explained. “Its alright sweetie, calm down” she told me while giving me a half hug full of compassion.
 
 

She knew I needed one . :) I sobbed coldly on her soft, fabricated, warm, shoulder. Nicolette was not reacting well to this at all. I.Broke.Down. I was her life, as she was mine. She was my sister, my friend, she’d been with me since the beginning, ever since this monster they call “Cancer” consumed me and my body.

    I couldn’t do this to her, I couldn’t let her hurt like this. I’m gonna cure this cancer, every little last drop of this stupid disease is gonna be cured. No matter how many cures it takes to try. No matter how many tears be shed. It was Try -or- die trying I was determined one of them was to happen either way..

I’ve tried all of the medication. I’ve tried all of them at least a hundred million times. I have searched for answers all over the web, social media, doctors, patients, survivors, anything you could ever think of. Nothings working ALL of  the medications  failed. All the research- lies. All the foods supposed to “cure” cancer-- Jokes! Nothings working EVERYTHINGS FAILING! I’ve been wasting my little time left on earth. When I could have been with my sister. I was obsessing over something that is never gonna happen. I tried, I tried really, really  hard to find answers (a little to hard t.b.h).

“May I please speak to Nicolette?” my doctor asks my sister full of digression. “ Yes, but if you have anything to say about her we both can hear” she angrily says towards my doctor. “She, she’s dying” she finally tells us  “NO!” she controvotely screams loudly as my eardrums almost popping at the sound. As I start to notice myself scrutinizing in their conversation about me. “WE gave her a M.R.I this morning and its spreading rapidly”.  “I’m sorry.” my doctor tells us. Nicolette.has.a.Seizure. “GET ME A GURNEE PURANTO!” my doctor screams I.Black.Out. I wake up Nicolette isn’t by my side, I think I'm having amnesia I think to myself. I start to shake and foam starts coming out of my mouth. When I awake my sister is at my side.

“I love you lynn” my sister quietly tells me grabbing my hand. “You know I’m not dead yet?” I humorously tell her. “Noo, I’m just talking to a dead body” she exaggerates “Shut-up!” I playfully tell her “I love you t-t-t-o-... Soon the heart rate monitor goes to a straight line “beeeeeeep” is all you hear for a minute straight.  All you could hear in that room were sobs, and sobs of Nicolette. You could hear them from miles and miles away. Her sadness deepened each minute without Lynn by her side.

  Lynn’s eyelids fluttered open, staring at the new flowers in the cold table it only felt like yesterday they were dead, it reminded her of how she was before... “NICOLETTE!” The doctor runs into the room. “How.. How, can this be just a week ago you died of cancer”. “I told you I will stop at nothing to kill this cancer, I now need to cure the rest of these people, docter step, aside I have some patients to cure and some cancers to demolish Nicolette says very odiously towards the doctor …”
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