Whisper 'Are You Dying?' in My Ear, chapter 1
Ollie's P.O.V.
September 16th, 2008
I looked in the mirror, fixing my hair for my son's funeral. My son died of chronic lymphocytic leukemia. You may have heard of him. He was a great rock star. He always believed he'd get better. It was hard for him, since he was so scared. His father died from cancer of the esophagus when he was just ten. He wanted his funeral the same day as his father's, September 16th. Anyway, his name was Billie Joe. I remember him getting teased all the time when he was little, even when he was a grown man. He'd always laugh it off.
He had two little boys, Joseph and Jakob. They were two very bright little boys, both in their school's gifted classes. Joey was in seventh grade, and Jakob was in fourth. They looked so much like their father. Billie Joe was always gone, though. Either in hospitals or on tour, before he was diagnosed with cancer.
Billie Joe's P.O.V.
April 13, 2007
"So, wait a minute. You're telling me I have cancer?" I asked the doctor. I couldn't believe it.
"Yes, son. I'm sorry." I was shocked. But I wasn't going to ask 'why me?'
"So how long can I, you know, live?"
"Well, with chemotherapy, we may be able to get rid of it."
"Thank God," I said in relief. My father died from cancer. I was frightened but hopeful. "Can I call my wife?" I asked.
"Go right ahead," said the doctor. He was led out of the room. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed my number. It rang, and she picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey hon. How are you?"
"I'm good. So what's up at the doctors?" she asked. I was about to break her heart.
"Um, well, not so good," I said.
"What?" Adrienne's voice was shaking.
"Honey, I have cancer." There was no response.
"Honey?" I asked again. She finally said something.
"Okay. We'll take care of this. Do you want me to tell the boys?"
"No. I'll tell them when I get home. Love you."
"I love you too."
I hung up the phone and slid it into my pocket. How am I going to tell Joey and Jakob?
September 16th, 2008
I looked in the mirror, fixing my hair for my son's funeral. My son died of chronic lymphocytic leukemia. You may have heard of him. He was a great rock star. He always believed he'd get better. It was hard for him, since he was so scared. His father died from cancer of the esophagus when he was just ten. He wanted his funeral the same day as his father's, September 16th. Anyway, his name was Billie Joe. I remember him getting teased all the time when he was little, even when he was a grown man. He'd always laugh it off.
He had two little boys, Joseph and Jakob. They were two very bright little boys, both in their school's gifted classes. Joey was in seventh grade, and Jakob was in fourth. They looked so much like their father. Billie Joe was always gone, though. Either in hospitals or on tour, before he was diagnosed with cancer.
Billie Joe's P.O.V.
April 13, 2007
"So, wait a minute. You're telling me I have cancer?" I asked the doctor. I couldn't believe it.
"Yes, son. I'm sorry." I was shocked. But I wasn't going to ask 'why me?'
"So how long can I, you know, live?"
"Well, with chemotherapy, we may be able to get rid of it."
"Thank God," I said in relief. My father died from cancer. I was frightened but hopeful. "Can I call my wife?" I asked.
"Go right ahead," said the doctor. He was led out of the room. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed my number. It rang, and she picked up the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey hon. How are you?"
"I'm good. So what's up at the doctors?" she asked. I was about to break her heart.
"Um, well, not so good," I said.
"What?" Adrienne's voice was shaking.
"Honey, I have cancer." There was no response.
"Honey?" I asked again. She finally said something.
"Okay. We'll take care of this. Do you want me to tell the boys?"
"No. I'll tell them when I get home. Love you."
"I love you too."
I hung up the phone and slid it into my pocket. How am I going to tell Joey and Jakob?
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