APH :: What Cancer Cannot Do -6- :: Denmark

Shatter hope

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You were getting worse on a daily basis. There was no way you could deny it, even if you wanted to.

A little of your strength would disappear every time the sun went down, and when you awoke the next morning, it hadn't returned. Your energy was also nothing like it had once been.

After stopping chemo, your appetite had returned slightly, but you hadn't gained any weight.

The worst part, though, was the way you could now see the tumor that had started the whole thing, poking out from your chest as it grew.

"Here, babe," Mathias said, setting a plate of Frikadeller before you, "I just looked at the calendar."

"Yeah?" you asked, digging into the meatballs happily.

"You're at two months! You're doing great!"

You giggled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah! Only ten months to go! We'll show that doctor!" he said enthusiastically.

"Right!" His enthusiasm was your best weapon.