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Crazy Sexy Cancer Tips by Kris Carr. Copyright 2007 by Kris Carr
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CHAPTER ONE (CONT'D)

{SWISS CHEESE}

First I called my friend David to come and wait for the results with me, and then I called my dad, Ken. He quickly headed for the city. My mom stayed behind to take care of my ailing ninety-two-year-old grandmother. Finally, hours later, the doctor gave me what little news he had. The surface of my liver was covered with tumors. In fact, the pictures of my liver looked like Swiss cheese. My heart stopped. What the fuck? Next, he told me to come back in the morning for more scans and blood work. And he scheduled a next-day appointment with a gastroenterologist.

David walked me home. I sobbed the whole way. By the time we got to my apartment, my dad had arrived and was pacing the room. Dad's always been the one to go to in a mess; he's way more rational and practical than my mom, Aura. Like the time my mom caught me shoplifting. She wanted my ass hauled down to the police station to learn a lesson. Dad held my hand and brought me back to the store with the "hot" barrette and told me to apologize to the manager and tell her I'd never do it again. It was totally embarrassing and completely cured my wandering fingers. "I am really proud of you; let's get a hot chocolate," he said.

My father has always helped me come up with solutions to my problems and encouraged me to face them head-on. My mom, on the other hand, is spicy and wild-tempered (she's half Colombian). When I did something wrong, she'd lose her mind and try to melt my face with her laser-beam you-are-so-dead stare.

"What is it?" Dad asked me now. He grabbed me and shook me an inch from his face.

I burst into fresh tears. "It's my liver. They said I have tumors all over the surface of my liver."

He turned white and held me close, as if to protect me from my internal invader, as if he could squeeze the unknown disease right out of me. "Jesus Christ!" Then, "It's okay, love, we will figure this out and I will be strong for you." A rock, just like he's always been.

My father went to the bedroom to call my mom while David gave me a long hug. Ten minutes later Dad walked out red-eyed and passed me the phone. Mom was devastated. How could this be happening? That night I gave Dad my room and slept on the couch. He'd never stayed overnight at my apartment before, and since I felt guilty for possibly screwing up our lives, I wanted him to have the comfy bed.

I was fourteen years old when he adopted me. Ken Carr and my mom had been dating for five years when one sunny day he asked me the question that would change my life forever: "Would you like to call me Dad?" Though I played hard-to-get at first, secretly I was praying he'd make me his real child. My mom even bought me a special outfit for the big day: a yellow pleated skirt printed with golf balls, from Esprit. Golf is my dad's favorite sport, and though it bores me to tears, I thought the skirt would show him just how grateful I was.

Alone with my thoughts, I spent the rest of that night staring at the ceiling. My imagination ran wild. When the sun came up, I slowly got dressed. The still-constant pain of the day before had numbed my entire being, but I didn't care; my mind was focused on the slew of tests that lay ahead.

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