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C h a p t e r T h r e e
The surgery wasn't as bad as Jack thought it was going to be. He was back in his room by around eleven o'clock that morning. Afterwards his hip was kind of sore and his neck hurt where they took some tissue from one of his glands, but other that that he was fine.
For the two days that Jack had to wait for the results of the biopsy Angel, Bobby, and/or Jerry would come to the hospital to keep him company when Evelyn couldn't get off work.
Around three o'clock Friday afternoon Bobby, Evelyn and Jack were sitting in his hospital room. They were mainly trying to keep his hopes up so he wouldn't get too depressed about the situation. Bobby could tell Jack was getting apprehensive about what news his doctor would bring. He couldn't seem to sit still and kept making excuses to get up and move around.
"Would you stop twitching like an eight year old hyped up on too much caffeine?" Bobby finally asked.
"I'm not twitching." Jack said defensively.
Finally Dr. Haskell entered the room carrying a thick folder. Jack sat up in his bed, swinging his long legs over the edge. He noticed that Dr. Haskell didn't look as cheerful as the other times he had seen him and he immediately got a knot in the pit of his stomach. He greeted everyone kindly and then turned to Jack looking serious.
"I've got the results of all your tests here," Dr. Haskell began, referring to the folder in his hand. "And I'm afraid I don't have much good news."
"Okay," Jack said slowly.
"The name of your condition is called acute myeloid leukemia."
Jack hung his head momentarily but didn't say anything. Dr. Haskell went on to explain the results of the tests in further detail, but Jack wasn't really listening. The word leukemia kept going through his head. Dr. Haskell started talking about treatments and said something about chemotherapy being their best option.
"...Our goal is to put your cancer into remission. You'll start your treatments tomorrow."
"Will I get to go back to school?" Jack never thoughtthat he would actually want to go back to school, but at this point he just wanted everything to go back to how they used to be. "And what about hockey? Will I get to play again?"
"I wouldn't advise you to play any contact sports for a while because your body's ability to heal won't be as same as it used to be. But once you adjust to your treatments, you'll carry on your regular life."
He went on explain how they could put a device called a catheter into a large vein in his chest. The opening of the catheter will be on the outside, which is where he was going to receive his cancer treatments so they wouldn't have to stick him with needles all the time.
"Any more questions for me?"
"No." Jack responded dully.
"Then I guess I'll see you in the morning," he announced. He gave Jack an encouraging smile and left the room.
"Shit." Jack muttered to himself. "So much for the fucking flu."
"It looks like you'll finally be getting rid of that mess of hair you have," Bobby said, trying uselessly to keep the mood light. He opened his mouth to say something else, but closed it again when Evelyn gave him a stern look.
"Not everyone who has chemo therapy loses their hair. Everyone reacts differently." Evelyn said, looking on the bright side.
Jack looked at her. "What if I don't want to do this? Why can't we just go home and forget about this whole mess?"
"Without the treatments you aren't going to get any better." Evelyn said softly.
"I'm so sick of always having to fight for my life. I thought I was done with that shit."
Evelyn wished she could take away all of his pain, but she knew that she couldn't. She wanted to break down and cry, but knew it wouldn't do any good and she needed to be strong for Jack. She only hoped that Jack would stay strong so too he could fight this disease and get healthy again.
They transferred Jack to the cancer center of the hospital so he would be ready for his chemo in the morning. The room was similar to the old one. The walls were painted a warm pink color instead of plain white like his other room which gave it a more comfortable feel. Half of the room had pictures and 'get well soon' cards all along the wall, yet both beds were empty and neatly made.
Once Jack had settled in Evelyn and Bobby left, but promised to be back early the next morning with Angel and Jerry.
Jack began to get bored and turned on the small TV, flipping through every channel several times before finally turning it off. He sighed and reached over to turn of the small lamp that lit his side of the room and sunk back into his bed. Staring at the ceiling he waited for sleep to come. He couldn't help but think about what was about to happen tomorrow. Everything had happened so fast and reality was finally setting in.
He heard a rustling noise at the door and looked over to see what it was. A nurse was pushing a thin girl sitting in a wheelchair into the room. She was about his age and a green headscarf covered her head. Once the nurse saw that she had settled into her bed she left, leaving the two of them alone in the silence.
The girl looked over at Jack as if noticing him for the first time. "Um, hey," she said with a warm smile. "I'm Camryn." She adjusted the sheets on her bed and turned on her side to face him.
"Nice to meet you, Jack." She paused as if realizing something and then said, "I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other for a while then."
Jack heard the apparent sadness in her voice and was confused by it. "Yeah I guess so."
There was a short pause before Camryn suddenly said, "I'm really tired so I'm going to get some sleep."
"Oh ok..." He wasn't really sure of what to say. "...Goodnight..."
"Yeah," was all she said in response.
Jack looked at her, kind of confused. She turned over on her other side so her back was facing him. She acted like him being here was somehow a burden to her. Maybe she didn't like having a roommate or something. Jack pushed the situation out of his head. He had bigger things to worry about, like how in the hell he was supposed to survive the long months ahead of him.