The Titanic is going down, no that's me.....

Hello, I’m called Faith Alexandra Miracle McCall, My first name is because I was born with a fatal disease called small-cell-lung-cancer and they said I would die within 3 days, and then miraculously I lived a week then a month. The doctors called me Miracle (that explains my 2^nd middle name) No new born baby had ever survived more than 3 weeks and I had survived 13 years. Alexandra was the name of my aunty whom also lived unbearably with SCL cancer and she passed away at 29 years old, of course she was only diagnosed with the illness at 22. I had lived a life of wires hooked to my red, sniffing  nose and needless injected uncomfortably into my dark-blue veins. The doctors hadn’t predicted a date for 3 years now, in fact they’d said I was getting better and may live to my twenties. However when began to realise I didn’t have  Limit for at least 7 years  I decided to take on full school hours and join every single club. This required a little more medicine but 3 pills a day and 4 check-ups from the doctor was an insignificant price to pay for 7 years of life.

Then that day came when the doctor entered cheerfully into my purple, elegant room and greeted me warmly. He did everything that he normal did day-in-day-out but this time when he checked my weak heart the pulse was dangerously slow and my cough was not just a noise but it brought pools of deep red-ruby blood swirling into my handkerchief too. He looked at me with worried eyes like he took deep pity on me. Had he given up? I was confused, after so much progress why was the sweat beating down on his furrowed brows.

“ Faith, my darling I think you’ll have to pack your bags and come back to the hospital for a little while.” Mr twinx muttered the words reluctantly.

“we’ll be there in 30 minutes.” My tearful mother said quietly then took my cold shaky hand and winked reassuringly.

When I arrived at the hospital and was x-rayed I sat deep in thought against the steamy windows peering out into the nights black sky.  My mother exited the room and I heard one of the doctors talking to her in a serious but comforting tone. I heard my mother softly sob which turned to a huge weeping and blubbing noise. Then I heard try to calm herself as her and one of the handsome doctors strode in.

“ Faith, hello I am Darren chambers.” The smart-looking doctor said, his name sounded very familiar.

“ Faith, your cancer has started back up rapidly again and it’s working swifter around your body, producing more cancerous cells.”

“ Oh, okay well it means I will just have to go back on the machines for a while and stay for observation, like last time, right?” I questioned.

“ Well no, this time the cell has affected your stronger lung and now you don’t have anything to fight with.  This means we have to set a life limit , love.”

“ how long do I have” I asked now feeling dizzy. I had had all my life ripped from me in those three seconds he’d said it.

“ 1 month to 3 months” he reluctantly spat the words out.

“ please leave I told them” I didn’t want to cry in front of my already blubbering mother.

They left and I switched my favourite movie on , The Titanic. I’d always got butterflies and a tingling sensation in my too-skinny body. To be loved so much by a man. Would I ever have that? To kiss a handsome, dark man, to melt away in his luscious lips like to pieces  of a jigsaw. Like two 90 degree angles fitting perfectly, corresponding beautifully.  Would I die before I had the chance?................

Author's Note

sorry about spelling and grammer etc.xxxx