One month later
Sky
“Okay, then, how about scuba diving?" Nour suggests.
I shoot her the scariest side-eye, a silent plea questioning if she's lost her mind.
"What?" she challenges. "Your list is boring."
Nausea creeps in, and I shut my eyes, attempting to slow my breathing.
Like every time, my cousins and I are in the hospital for my chemo session. But this one is a beast, EC100, notorious for its brutal toll on the body. And I can feel it already.
"Are you okay?" Bethari asks, her concern palpable.
"Yes, just a bit of nausea. It will pass," I reply, still grappling with my breath.
"It's the last chemo!” Soon encourages me. “After today, you will no longer have to endure the long, agonizing hours of chemo and all the aftermath that follows," she adds.
If only you knew, I think t
