One

So far, my life has been full of heart monitors, elderly dying people and my parents completely controlling my every move and every breath, but let's skip all the pretty stuff and get to the thing that really matters, I'm dying and the fast kinda of dying seen as this is my second diagnosis within 2 years.

Hodgkin lymphoma is an uncommon cancer that develops in the lymphatic system, which is a network of vessels and glands spread throughout your body. The lymphatic system is part of your immune system. Clear fluid called lymph flows through the lymphatic vessels and contains infection-fighting white blood cells, known as lymphocytes. In Hodgkin lymphoma, B-lymphocytes (a particular type of lymphocyte) start to multiply in an abnormal way and begin to collect in certain parts of the lymphatic system, such as the lymph nodes (glands). The affected lymphocytes lose their infection-fighting abilities, making you more vulnerable to infection.

Basically, my body is broken.

Now I have finished being professional with the definition of my cancer I can tell you that since my second diagnosis, I just haven't been the most enthusiastic of people, and most, mainly my friends and family have said that this has caused me to not care to much about life and what my future holds, seen as I personally don't believe the second time round I will actually fight it off again, they like to be all "you'll get through it again", "you've done it once, you can do it again", and when has anyone wanted to do anything they didn't enjoy the first time for a SECOND TIME!

Libby and Aaron, my best friend and her boyfriend have been my support system outside of my controlling parents, but even then, they do have a tendency of acting like second parents to me, always making sure I am eating, taking my medication and even taking me to my appointments when my parents can't.

Libby met Aaron when I first got diagnosed with lymphoma, fun fact actually very sad fact but still lowkey find it funny to this day, the day I got diagnosed I was sitting all alone in my hospital bed, Libby had made up an excuse why she was failing to come and see me through a very rough time, turns out she was on a date with Aaron and knew I wouldn't approve, it takes me a while to like people, and so she came up with some dumb excuses to miss out on hearing if I was dying or not to hangout at a fancy panty restaurant with Aaron.

Let me just say, Aaron is 2 years older than us and very much in a whole other town, city, state, whatever you wanna call it, so that 2 months of not seeing each other was filled with FaceTime calls and voice calls, just so Libby wasn't talking to a complete catfish…or worse a nonce.

"Come on you are telling me that he isn't the most good-looking human being you have ever laid eyes on since Harry Styles" Libby said as I was strapped to a chair with all sorts of wires poking in and out of me which was nothing new, I saw them as accessories and obviously ones that help me drag out my death in the most unselfish but very much selfish way. "Shut up! he is annoying and very much an attention seeking brat that has tarnished his reputation by dating models, drinking and partying till God knows what unholy hours, Mr Hollywood wouldn't know a hard life if it gave him cancer" I said with the most venous thoughts running through my mind.

It was people like Mr Vincent Ricci that made my blood boil, I mean someone so full of themselves and such an attention seeking brat of a teenager, to think that I have to share the same era and the same age group as someone so small minded, he was the definition of an egotistical narcissist, all you ever heard about was how he just kept gaining more followers and how he just released a song that he quotes " not that good my friends and I were just mucking about" and somehow he sings decently and now has some more musically inclined followers to add to his count, so even more people can keep him relevant, he probably hasn't done anything for society but skateboard off of stupid objects and may I say dangerous places, hangout with friends and cause trouble and fights because someone looked at his precious girl toy of the week, or he had a little fight with his parents and got caught dealing because he forgot that he's famous and people know his every move. Idiot!

"Delilah please!" Libby said in complete shock and disbelief as she always was as Dr Wheeler made it known he was now in the room, "if it isn't my favourite ladies of the hour" he added as we smiled at him and then looked into his hands "Is that food! Ah man I can taste the prawn mayo from here" I said ogling the sandwiches that went from his hands to Libby's then into her backpack which resulted in me frowning and rolling my eyes "you guys are killing me!" I said as they both started laughing as I wiggled my eyebrows glad that they got the joke, "no but seriously, I am starving" I added as Dr wheeler shrugged and then looked up at the TV as it had gotten louder than when we originally had it.

"Helena! what have I told you about the volume!" Dr Wheeler snapped as we looked over at the empty seat that was now being occupied by a girl with platinum blonde hair, the darkest eyeliner and the bluest eyes "Doctor listen, my boyfriend is on the TV I need to know what's going on" she snapped back at him with a sarcastic sound in her voice as if she deffo didn't like the boy on the TV, which if that was true I liked this one, "I thought you said you hated him?" he asked as she rolled her eyes while the nurses were wiring her up to her meds and all her glory, she looked over and gave me and Libby a small smile and then looked back at Dr Wheeler "Sarcasm, can you believe that exists, plus I'd rather listen to this egotistical narcissist then whatever conversation you guys are having" she said as she looked back at the TV as I chuckled. I like her.

Doctor Wheeler said that Helena was Stage 3 brain cancer, I always hated hearing things like that because those were always the types that weren't able to be treated that well, and when they are they still end up dying from it, Helena like myself had gotten the all clear a year ago but was back for the second assignment, oh to get cancer again! the joy. Wheeler says that she is similar to me, she has simply given up on life and is just taking every day as one day less until she is placed in a coffin, that sparkles like a disco ball and is put 6 feet under to sleep like a vampire, which is a better way of looking at it compared to me, I was just going for 6 feet under in the dark without a flash light where you are permanently blindfolded but yeah, Helena's perspective is much more creative.

"I'm Helena May" she said when Dr Wheeler left us to be the normal anti-social young adults we truly were, Libby and I looked over at her as she looked at us just waiting for an answer "Hi I'm Delilah St Claire and this is Libby Smith" I said as Libby gave her a salute and I just shrugged a little after introducing both of us "Oh that's a fancy name but I guess it suits you, I mean you have big orange hair which nicely compliments your skin just Urgh so perfectly I'm jealous, and Libby, reminds me of that one movie that people loved because everyone loves us British people and the cat was the most underrated character, plus plumber was deffo fit and if Robbie wasn't your first crush we can't associate with each other, he was perfect" she said as we all laughed together at the true British classic that was Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging, that film introduced 13 year olds and every year after that to what making out and boyfriends really shouldn't be.

After being well and truly introduced to the coolest cancer buddy I have now, it was time for Libby to head home and I was so ready for the ride home, the sarcasm is truly the only thing keeping me sane, the car ride with my very much cancer obsessed mum who really won't stop letting me know I'm dying.

"Hi sweetie! how was it? did they pump you with all the good stuff? did Libby keep you company? were you able to complete some school work?" these were very much the normal questions my mum would shoot out as soon as I opened her car door, and to say I was finished with answering them every time I went to the hospital was an understatement.

"I met a new friend she is also very much dying the second-time round like me" I said as I got in and buckled myself in.

"Don't say that!"