"The cancer has spread. She has stage four brain tumor. With chemotherapy I say she might only live for one more year." The doctor told me. My mother was always a healthy woman. Until last year, when she was diagnosed with stage three brain cancer. She tried everything possible to try to get better. It was too late the cancer was so bad it was hard to fix. She then started getting difficulty walking and vomits in the morning. When she told me this, I made her move in with me until dad retired from his job. It wasn't safe for her to be alone ten hours a day. I never thought it would get to stage four.
"Are you sure there isn't anything we could do?" I asked. He heard the panic in my voice and shook his head slowly. There was no cure. Anything's possible, but the chances are extremely low. One year is a short amount a time. I went into the room. I saw my mom laying down on a hospital bed looking out the window. In her hands she was holding the book Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. It was her favorite.
"Mom, I have something to tell you." I began.
"Honey, I already know. One year is better than today. They're sending me home tomorrow." My mom said. I sat next to her. She looked so pale and tired. I wish I could help her. She's done so much for my sister and I. My dad retired early for my mom. At least I know he'll be home with her. Recently she's been having some memory problems. Luckily it's only for the little thing like her glasses and stuff. "Emma can you make me a promise?" My mother asked.
"Of course." I replied.
"Promise me I will get to see you get marry. I don't want to die not knowing if my daughter has someone to comfort her." She said softly. She wants to see me get married. I owe her everything, but I don't know how I'll do it. Finding someone to marry in a year will take a lot.
"You have to get married." Nick chuckled. Nick was my best friend. I've known him since our munchkin years. I was barely two years old when we met. It was a play date our moms' set up. Since then, I use to sneak over to his house to play games and hide from the thunder. When we hit our teens I went in and out of his house like if it was mine. I didn't have a care in the world. It's strange how quickly things change.
"Yes, I have to fall in love and get married in less than a year. I don't even know how I'm going to do it." I told him. He gets why I'm doing it, he just doesn't know how. I don't either. I will do it though for my mom. I promised her and this is one promise I can't break.
"Now, why did you call me? I doubt that's all you wanted to tell me." He smiled. He knows me so well. It sort of scary how much a person can know about you. I needed him. He's a guy, so that means he hangs out with guys. Also, he knows what I like and what I don't. I have an idea for him to hang out with guys and see if any of them are my type. It will definitely help me out. First I needed to butter him up. I know that the way to his heart is pecan pie with whip cream.
"First, let's go to my place. I'm planning on making pie."