"You have liver cancer," the doctor said, putting her hand on my shoulder, "We blood tested your mom but she's not a match since you are O+."
"What? How is she not a match, she's my biological mom, right?" I asked, trying to take in the horrible news.
"Yes, she is your mom, she's an A blood type which means your dad must be O+ just like you," Dr. Green said looking at my mom who was sitting in the hospital chair in the corner.
"So, how long do I have to live since I'm obviously not going to get a new liver?"
The doctor sighed, "Well, if, and I mean if, we don't get you a liver you have roughly 18 maybe 20 months before your liver stops working all together."
"But, we will find you a liver honey, maybe your uncle or grandpa or someone is a match," my mom said finally speaking.
"No, I know I'm not going to find a liver," I mumbled.
"Yes, we will, I'm sure of it!" She almost yelled at me, tears streaming down her face.
"No, quit lying to me and yourself, mom! You said I was gonna be fine when we came to the hospital today and now you're telling me I will get a liver, stop lying!" I screamed at her as I jumped out of the hospital bed. I took off running down the hall and ran toward the parking lot; I pulled out my keys and stuck them in the ignition of my blue prius. I turned on the heat and blasted my music andlayed my head down on my pillow and began to cry, sobs came faster and tears were flowing freely. I didn't try to stifle my tears, I just kept sobbing, something I rarely do. I heard a knock on the passenger window and turned to see the most handsome man looking in on me. His eyes were as blue as the sea and his teeth were whiter than the brightest light. As soon as I saw him I quit crying, not because I was ashamed of my tears but because I just felt happy looking at him. I rolled down the window.
"Hi," I said wiping my tears away.
"Hello," he said, "I'm Trenton, but my friends call me Trey, I saw you and you looked sad, it seemed like you needed someone to talk to, can I sit?"
"Yea," I unlocked the door, "I'm Eleanor, but you can call me Elle, and I'm ok, I just found out something pretty sad."
"I know how you feel," He whispered looking into my eyes.
"Do you?" I asked feeling the tears build up again, "I was just diagnosed with liver cancer and I have 18-20 months to live."
"I'm sorry," Trey mumbled. I looked at him and asked, "how about you?"
"Well, I was diagnosed with Leukemia 2 days ago, and just did went through chemo yesterday," He said shocking me.