Chapter SixWe’re back at the hospital and I hate it hate it hate it.
At least I don’t have to go into an actual smelly room today. We’re sat, Dad and I, in the waiting area with the comfy chairs and the little wooden tables and the coffee machine. Mum and Jenna were taken into one of the officey rooms by Doctor Something-Or-Other, for the meeting or whatever the hell we’re here for, at least twenty minutes ago.
I wonder what they’re talking about. I mean, really, what is there to say? ‘Jenna has cancer. She has had an operation. She will have chemotherapy now.’ Oh yes, and the important part: if she’s getting better or not. I presume that’s what’s being said, anyway. It’s been a couple of weeks since Jenna’s op and I figure it’s about time for some tests and results and stuff.
But that’
