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A/N: Well, here we go...
Pony's POV- about 2 years later...
I'm seventeen years old now, a senior in high school, so it has been a little over two years since I
was diagnosed with leukemia. I went to the hospital to get the last of my chemo yesterday. The
whole gang came with me. I was still sick afterwards, but it made me feel better to know that
would be the last time. I also had one last bone marrow aspiration and a spinal tap to make sure
everything was completely clear. Of course, I still have to go once a month for bloodwork, but
I'll take that over chemo. The essay I wrote for English came out great. I read it in front of the
class, and people who had teased or stared at me before suddenly seemed to understand better.
Some even apologized to me, and that included two of the socs who had teased me in the
cafeteria the first day I went back to school. They just hadn't realized what I went through.
Many of my classmates were surprised that I had found good things about having cancer. The
best thing was how much closer I am to my brothers and my friends. We can talk about anything
and get through anything together. I also realized how important it is to enjoy life no matter what
happens. You never know when things might change.
We are all so happy that Pony is finally through with treatment. The past two years have been
full of sleepless nights and sickness for him. Even so, the doctors have said how remarkable it is
that he is still alive. They were serious when we were told that most kids don't survive this,
especially the ones that have the amount of cancer cells actually increase during treatment, like
Pony did. What's even rarer is how he went into remission when he hadn't had chemo in days.
It's like one minute, his blast count was sky high, then the next it was zero. The doctors said they
had never seen that happen. Well, Pony never was a typical teenager. He definitely is not a
typical leukemia patient either. Wait until he reaches the five year remission mark and is
proclaimed cured. That's still years from now, but I know he'll make it. My little brother beat
cancer for a reason, and he's already someone special. He'll grow up and live a healthy life, free
from cancer. Soda, Twobit, Steve, and I couldn't be more proud of him. I'm sure Dally and
Johnny and our parents are just as proud.
A/N: I know it's short, but this is just to tie up some lose ends and conclude everything. What do you think about a sequel? I could keep this storyline alive. I can't believe I'm done with this! I need to get another story rolling! Thanks to everyone who has ever reviewed. It really means a lot. I don't know if I would have kept going without it. Especially not 32 chapters and an epilogue!