A Weak Dieing Sixteen Year Old

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 2 (v.1)

Submitted: July 25, 2010

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Submitted: July 25, 2010



“You have to leave??”  I looked at her with all this disappointment in my face, true disappointment.  How could her beeper go off at this time?  I mean.  I’m leaving!  I won’t be coming back to this hospital.  We’ll barely be able to see each other anymore.  
“I’m really sorry.  How about we go out to dinner tonight.  I get off at six.  Is that ok with you Dr. Rezder?  You and your son can come.  It’d be lots of fun.  Just text me or call me sometime after six tonight, and we can make some plans.  I promise we’ll see each other again.”  She gave me a kiss on the cheek and a big hug.  “Don’t forget that I love you, and I will miss you here because you made work fun.  I’m so glad you’re leaving!  Have fun moving in with Dr. Rezder!”  
“Thanks!  I love you too!  You made this hospital more fun than it actually is.  I’m ready to leave.“  I laughed a little, and then she walked out the door.  I watched her through the window as Dr. Rezder helped me into the wheelchair.  For some reason it just didn’t feel right with her going now.  
“I can definitely see why she is your favorite nurse.”  He was quiet for a while before he said that.  “She’s my favorite nurse too.  She’s much different then all of the other ones.  She’s real with you, and she has the most wonderful personality.”  I laughed.
“She’s much too young for you!”  He looked at me with disgust, fake disgust, and then he laughed too.  
“She’s more like a daughter to me.  Just like you are.  I’ve known her for a very long time.  Since she was little.  I am great friends with her parents.”  Wow.  The things Dr. Rezder and I never talked about.  This was one of them.  “Well, lets go!  I thought you were dieing to get out of here, and here I am prolonging this by jabbering my mouth on and on.”  With that he threw me into a wheelie and ran me down the hall while I screamed.  
“I’m out of here!!”  Everyone cheered.  Many of the people knew me very well.  I laughed as Dr. Rezder’s coat got stuck in the elevator door.  He didn’t get it out till they opened on the first floor.  It was really funny.  His face was priceless.  We finally got to his truck.  This was the fun part.  Getting into his truck.  It seemed completely impossible, but nope.  Up goes the vulnerable scale.  He picked me completely off the wheelchair and put me into the passenger seat.  He was about to buckle my seat belt, but I flicked his hand.  “I’m not completely helpless you know.”  He laughed.
“Yes, I know.”  I am horrible at directions!  He kept asking me where do you turn.  How do you get to your house.  I think we got lost at least five times.  We had fun though.  When we finally got to my apartment I heard him say.  “My house is going be quite different.  I hope you will like it.”  
“I’m sure I will, but I have to warn you.  My apartment looks like a tornado hit it.  I don’t want you to run away when you see it.”  I laughed and he did too.  Well, he laughed until I opened the door.  There were all the clothes on the floor, dresser drawers open, and the TV was still on.  It was really bad, but he barely winced.  
“I hope you won’t treat your room like this.  I think it is bigger then your apartment.  Well, including your closet it should be much bigger.”  I looked at him with wide eyes.  Bigger then my apartment.  I thought my apartment was an “ok” size.  I mean, I didn’t need a mansion when I was at the hospital all the time.  “Show me where to start, because I have no idea.  There’s too many clothes and everything on the floor, and I’m sure you don’t want me going in your personal drawers.”  I looked at him awkwardly.  
“No way do I want you going in those drawers.  I told him to go get my favorite food out of the cupboards.  He looked at me asking why.  
“You know.  I do have food at my house.  It’s not like I’m going to starve you there.”  I laughed at his comment.  I knew that, but this was my favorite food.  There was no way I was going to waste it.  
“I know, but its my favorite food.  You can’t waste your favorite food.  It’s special.”  He laughed and then went to the cupboard.  I put my favorite foods in the cupboards closest to the living room because I’ve been really weak to walk any further.  I decided I should check the messages on my answering machine before I got any further.  I had three messages.  Two from work and one from church.  The ones from work asked me why I have been missing so many days of work, and told me that they have been having trouble trying to get someone to cover my shifts.  They needed to know if I was finished working there or not.  They didn’t want to fire me because I was one of their best workers.  The one from church was asking how I was doing, and if I would be coming to church again soon.  I had to call them both.  I decided to call my boss first.  The church phone call would be the worst one.  

Phone with Boss:

Me:  “Hey Cindy.  Do you have time?  I need to talk, and it is really important.”  
Cindy:  “Sure Callea!  What’s up?  Bad or good?”
Me:  “A lots up.  It’s both good and bad.  Which would you like first?”
Cindy:  “Uhm…  I guess I will have the bad first.”  
Me:  “I’m going to come right out and say it.  Today my doctor told me that my treatment has stopped working.  I’m not going to make it Cindy.  I’m moving in with Dr. Rezder because I can’t live by myself anymore, and I’m confined to a wheelchair because I don’t have the strength to walk.  I’m afraid I won’t be able to work for you anymore…”  At this point I was trying so hard not to cry and Dr. Rezder was looking at me.  My voice was failing on me.  
Cindy:  **silence for about three minutes**  I could hear her sobs.  I knew she was trying to hide them.  “Oh my goodness.  Hunny.  I am so very sorry.  I can’t believe this.  I thought you had a long time yet.  I thought you would beat it…”  She was sobbing harder than ever now, and it was beginning to be impossible not to cry.  “Everyone’s going to miss you terribly, and work is going to suffer for a while without you.  You know we all love you.  Oh goodness…  I’m getting caught up in the bad news.  What’s the good news Callea?”  
Me:  “I’m out of the hospital for good.”  Now that I was saying it to her.  It seemed like so small of good news.  It didn’t nearly equal the bad news.  I started sobbing, and Dr. Rezder ran over to me.  
Cindy:  “That’s great Callea.  Some good news is always good.  Keep living on the good.  You know everything will be all right even though your not going to make it.  Everything will be all right.  God plans these things.  I love you so much Callea.”  She was sobbing so hard that I could hardly understand her.  “I’m so sorry…  I can’t talk…  goodbye.  You know who to call when you need me.”  
Me:  “Bye Cindy…  Yes, I always will know.”  

End phone call with boss.

I put my face in my hands, unable to stop crying now.  I still had one phone call left, and it was the one I was dreading the most.  
“I’ll give you a moment.  I’ll just go get your mail for you.”  He left out the front door to my mailbox.  I was thankful that he knew when to leave me to myself.  I slowly stopped crying, and I heard Dr. Rezder humming on the porch.  I knew he was waiting for me to call him back in, but I wanted to get the phone call over with first.  I dialed the number, and the rings sounded like they lasted for the longest time.  The longest phone call rings I have ever heard in my life.  

Phone call with Church:

Pastor Dully:  “Hello.  This is Pastor Dully speaking.”  
Me:  “Hey Pastor Dully!  This is Callea.  Do you have time to talk?  I have some important things to talk about.”  Oh, this was going to be hard.  I talked to Pastor Dully about everything.  He was like my big brother to me.  This was so hard, but I’m not the one who will have to tell the rest of the church at the next service…  He’s in my prayers for that.  
Pastor Dully:  “I always have time to talk to you.”  I heard the concern in his voice.  “Is everything all right?”  
Me:  “Thanks…  not exactly.  It’s not good news.  It’s kind of hard to say, but I guess I should come right out and say it.”  Oh, I could kill my voice right now.  It was faltering so much right now.  I couldn’t cry this early into the phone call or else I’d never get anything out that I need to say.  
Pastor Dully:  “What’s going on??”  He sounded really scared and worried now.  I hated hearing his voice like that.  He’s always been happy, and always had advice, but this time there is no advice to be given really.  
Me:  “The treatment stopped working.”  I had to be blunt about this.  “I’m too weak to even walk so I am confined to a wheelchair now.  I won’t be able to go to church anymore.  Doctor Rezder doesn’t know how much longer I will make it.  There is a little bright side to this though.  I guess anyways.”  I knew he was taking it hard because I waited a couple minutes in complete silence before starting to talk again.  I heard him sniffling on the other side of the phone.  “I don’t have to go to the hospital at all anymore.”  I was getting better at this.  I was crying, but he could still understand me.  I wasn’t sobbing hysterically like last time.  
Pastor Dully:  I couldn’t hear anything but him crying.  He was trying to hide it just like Cindy was.  “I…  I…  Can’t believe it…”  He was crying harder now.  I could hear it better now too.  “We all thought…we thought you would be with us longer.”  I could tell he was trying to control himself, but just like it was impossible for me to, it was impossible for him to.  
Me:  “I actually thought I had a chance to beat it…  That I would have at least a couple more years with all my friends, but now I have to…  make what I have left…  worth what I’m going to miss……  **my voice failed for a minute there**  When I’m gone..”  
Pastor Dully:  “We all love you and we will all miss you so very much.  I’m so sorry that this is happening now.  It’s going to be really hard to break this to everyone at the church.  The children are very close to you, you know?  They always talk about you when you aren’t there.  Asking when you will be back to teach them more.”  He stopped, I guess because he heard me completely break down.  I remembered those faces.  Small eyes fixed on me, and learning about God.  The most sweet kids.  Helping each other when someone is crying.  Their sweet smiles.  Their adorable laughter.  I’m going to miss it all so very much.  
Me:  “I miss them too.  Very much so.  Please tell them that.  Please make them understand that I’ll always be with them.  That God does these things for a reason.  Don’t let them be angry or blame themselves for anything the comes back to me.”  I was still crying terribly, but I knew he understood me.
Pastor Dully:  “Of course!  Of course, of course.  I will.  I promise.  I have to go right now Callea, but call me anytime.  You have to keep us updated.  We love you so much.  Take care and God Bless you.”  
Me:  “You too Pastor Dully, and thank you so much for everything you have done for me.  I will definitely keep all of you updated.”  I heard his sniffles one last time, and then the click of the line dieing on that end.  

End phone call with church.

I hung the phone up, and rolled myself over to the front door and kicked it to signal that it was ok for him to come in.  He came in and handed me the pile of letters and bills while he went back to the cupboard to get my food.  When I looked at the letter on the top, my hands went limp and all of the mail fell to the floor with smacks.  I whispered, “It can’t be…” 

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