Pen Pal Project [Alex Gaskarth]

Chapter Twenty Six

Short explanation; life and work.

I do love you all for the continued support even with my lack of updates.

To Chloe, smile my cute lil sister. Thank you for helping to inspire and remind me. I love you.

January 12th

As we progressed into January, the days seemed to ease by. Of course I was getting sick of the treatment, but my last round was the week before my birthday. And so when they did all the tests, it was something good.

"So Charlia." Doctor Robertson came to where I'd settled myself with Alex. His nerves were setting mine off and twice I'd slapped his thigh to stop him from bouncing his foot.

It was winding me up.

"So Doctor." I grinned at her and she laughed.

"Good news and bad news."

"Give me the bad news first." I cut her off before she could even ask the question and she nodded her head.

"Okay, so bad news is that you're going to have to undergo more chemo after this six week-"

"Hold on, I thought I had eight weeks?" I couldn't help but cut her off again. Alex nudged my side. "Sorry." I muttered and she smiled.

"No, we did say eight weeks originally. But with how you've reacted to the drug itself, we felt that six weeks would be better to gauge instead of eight. By eight weeks, your body would be completely free of the toxins and that's the last thing we want at this moment, you understand, right?" I nodded my head slowly, taking in the information.

Alex huffed.

"You were saying?" He prompted and she nodded again.

"You'll need to go for more chemo after six weeks due to the size and the amount of tumours." I felt my stomach twist. I'd avoided asking the information about it, because I didn't want to know.

"The good news?" I asked hesitantly and she grinned.

"Well, not only are you free to go for the next six weeks," My grin was biggest of the three. "We've also seen a good change. Two of the three have shrunk considerable. The third one is the reason why you're getting more chemo. But with that progress, we're hoping that by June the very earliest, we can operate to remove the three tumours."

"Are you serious?" The question fell from my lips before my brain had even processed it. The look of excitement said it all.

"Deadly. No pun intended." And I couldn't help but laugh.

By June there was the best possibility that I could have this disease out of me.

Once we were home, it really sunk in and before I knew it the pair of us were jumping and dancing shouting 'it's worked, it's worked!'

"Hey kiddo, seeing as we've got a break before we start touring, how does using that week pass to Disney?"

I did a double take.

"Are you serious?" Alex grinned.

"Of course. You take Disney so seriously, if it weren't for the fact that you weren't Mickey Mouse obsessed, I'd have thought you were related to Flyzik." He teased and I stuck my tongue out at him childishly.

"But really, a full week at Disney? What about school?" As much as I hated to say it, the last thing I wanted was to fall behind, even with my friends help.

"I'll talk to them, I'm due a progress report. So it all depends." I scowled. "Hey, you've done brilliantly for someone whose attendance is really slacking." He nudged me and I laughed.