Rose

I'm glad I finally knew what I was dealing with.

I had surfed through Google to give me a name for these changes in my body until I saw it boldly written down in that envelope.

I couldn't be mad at my Dad, I would do the same if I was in his position.

If I felt anything, it was fear.

Fear of what my life had become.

Stage 3 and still progressing.

The night I found out I had leukemia, another incident occurred that landed me in the hands of Dr. Myron again.

I showed my father that envelope while he was in the kitchen; he was juicing out oranges to use with our dinner at the moment I stood at the door. his eyes zeroed on the envelope when he saw that I had the truth he had been hiding from me in my hands.

He stopped mid-air to look at the envelope in my hands; the knife used to cut the oranges into two was on his right.

“The day I was admitted to the hospital was the day you knew about my sickness; why didn't you tell me? Why let me know this way..” I melted down, bawling.

My Dad, seei