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Liam: You have made my night. This storm and knowing eventually I can take you out for a nice meal and spoil you like you deserve, is the perfect way to go to sleep.
Me: I have to agree. Thank you for giving me something to look forward too. Good night, Liam
Liam: Good night, Crystal.
I smile widely. My jaw hurts from the grin I can’t wipe from my face. I feel goosebumps travel up my arms. If a simple text can do that to me, imagine what can happen in real life.
I can’t wait to beat this damn cancer and date this awesome man.
CHAPTER 12 - New Beginnings
Being extremely sick has changed my outlook on life. I am no longer concerned with materialistic things in the world; the trivial shit that really doesn’t matter.
One thing I've learnt is that there are no guarantees in life. I could be dead tomorrow . I could have a heart attack, or be stabbed or shot.
I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands while feeling sick and sorry for myself, and I won’t pity myself any longer. So I've made a bucket list. So far, there are seven things on my list, which I want to do sooner, rather than later.
~ Go on a date with Liam
~ Swim with dolphins
~ Learn to ride a motorbike
~ Go on a ghost hunt
~ Go in a hot air balloon
~ Ride on an elephant
~ Walk to the top of the Eiffel Tower
~ Go skydiving
Going on a date with Liam is on the top of my list, and I can’t wait. Like, seriously, I think about it all the time. It has me extremely excited. It wasn’t until I was out of my relationship with Sterling that I realised it wasn’t really a relationship at all. It wasn’t even a partnership; just two people living their own lives, sleeping in the same apartment.
I won’t ever make that mistake again. Next time, it will be the opposite. I won’t be taken for granted or overlooked. I won’t settle just to make the other person happy. I deserve happiness and love, and I now know I am worthy of much more. Already, my daily chats with Liam are so special. They are nothing like my experiences with Sterling. I never knew what I was missing out on.
My last chemo for this cycle finished on Wednesday, and thank God for that. The next stage is my surgery, which is a lumpectomy. The surgeon will remove the cancer and any abnormal tissue from my breast. Apparently, a few more sessions of chemo are advisable afterwards to prevent regrowth.
I’ve felt pretty sick this whole week. Hannah has been amazing, and of course, now that my parents know, they have been helping out. They take turns keeping me busy. When I want time alone, they give me my space. I am grateful for the hundreds of board games, books, and movies in the world to give me some sanity when I feel like it.
Liam : Are you up for visitors?
Me : Not visitors in general, but I’ll make an exception for you.
Liam: Why thank you,kind madam . See you in an hour.
Me : I will be here.
I desperately need a shower. I put it off this morning, but I’m a mess. I wash and scrub my skin, then shampoo and condition the minimal patches of hair I have left. I wash off the soap suds and turn off the water. I reach for the towel and wrap it around myself, when suddenly, a wave of nausea hits.
It’s such a fucking shit thing, giving me no warning and gets me good.
I collapse from the overwhelming dizziness, and sit on the floor of the shower. Eventually, I open the door and crawl to the toilet, vomiting up my lunch. Sometimes, it seems insane to bother eating when it always comes right back up.
I lie hugging the bowl and have no concept of time. I feel rotten and unable to move, when I faintly hear my name.
“Crystal, it’s Liam. Are you okay?”
I breathe out deeply. “I’m in my room,” I call out, hopefully loud enough for him to hear.
“I’m coming in.”
“Bathroom,” I manage to say, and he peers through the doorway.
God, I
Liam: You have made my night. This storm and knowing eventually I can take you out for a nice meal and spoil you like you deserve, is the perfect way to go to sleep.
Me: I have to agree. Thank you for giving me something to look forward too. Good night, Liam
Liam: Good night, Crystal.
I smile widely. My jaw hurts from the grin I can’t wipe from my face. I feel goosebumps travel up my arms. If a simple text can do that to me, imagine what can happen in real life.
I can’t wait to beat this damn cancer and date this awesome man.
CHAPTER 12 - New Beginnings
Being extremely sick has changed my outlook on life. I am no longer concerned with materialistic things in the world; the trivial shit that really doesn’t matter.
One thing I've learnt is that there are no guarantees in life. I could be dead tomorrow . I could have a heart attack, or be stabbed or shot.
I’ve had a lot of spare time on my hands while feeling sick and sorry for myself, and I won’t pity myself any longer. So I've made a bucket list. So far, there are seven things on my list, which I want to do sooner, rather than later.
~ Go on a date with Liam
~ Swim with dolphins
~ Learn to ride a motorbike
~ Go on a ghost hunt
~ Go in a hot air balloon
~ Ride on an elephant
~ Walk to the top of the Eiffel Tower
~ Go skydiving
Going on a date with Liam is on the top of my list, and I can’t wait. Like, seriously, I think about it all the time. It has me extremely excited. It wasn’t until I was out of my relationship with Sterling that I realised it wasn’t really a relationship at all. It wasn’t even a partnership; just two people living their own lives, sleeping in the same apartment.
I won’t ever make that mistake again. Next time, it will be the opposite. I won’t be taken for granted or overlooked. I won’t settle just to make the other person happy. I deserve happiness and love, and I now know I am worthy of much more. Already, my daily chats with Liam are so special. They are nothing like my experiences with Sterling. I never knew what I was missing out on.
My last chemo for this cycle finished on Wednesday, and thank God for that. The next stage is my surgery, which is a lumpectomy. The surgeon will remove the cancer and any abnormal tissue from my breast. Apparently, a few more sessions of chemo are advisable afterwards to prevent regrowth.
I’ve felt pretty sick this whole week. Hannah has been amazing, and of course, now that my parents know, they have been helping out. They take turns keeping me busy. When I want time alone, they give me my space. I am grateful for the hundreds of board games, books, and movies in the world to give me some sanity when I feel like it.
Liam : Are you up for visitors?
Me : Not visitors in general, but I’ll make an exception for you.
Liam: Why thank you,kind madam . See you in an hour.
Me : I will be here.
I desperately need a shower. I put it off this morning, but I’m a mess. I wash and scrub my skin, then shampoo and condition the minimal patches of hair I have left. I wash off the soap suds and turn off the water. I reach for the towel and wrap it around myself, when suddenly, a wave of nausea hits.
It’s such a fucking shit thing, giving me no warning and gets me good.
I collapse from the overwhelming dizziness, and sit on the floor of the shower. Eventually, I open the door and crawl to the toilet, vomiting up my lunch. Sometimes, it seems insane to bother eating when it always comes right back up.
I lie hugging the bowl and have no concept of time. I feel rotten and unable to move, when I faintly hear my name.
“Crystal, it’s Liam. Are you okay?”
I breathe out deeply. “I’m in my room,” I call out, hopefully loud enough for him to hear.
“I’m coming in.”
“Bathroom,” I manage to say, and he peers through the doorway.
God, I
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