Chapter 28. Chemotherapy

As soon as I hear the sound of a phone ringing, I snap out of my deep sleep. It's possible that it's not even mine, but I can't be sure. I am not going to bother checking into it. I can hear someone open the door. There's no doubt that it's Mark's phone.

He must be talking to someone at his place of employment when he says, "Hey... no, I can't come in today... I already told you why..." What!? "No, dad, I'm not coming in today!" Did John forget? Because I was present when Mark called him to let him know that I will begin chemotherapy the next day,

Then it dawned on me. It was my first day of chemotherapy.

Before readjusting my position and sitting back up, I wait for Mark to finish his call and exit the room. After putting one of Mark's sweatshirts that I discovered on a box, I reach for my glasses and then exit the room to go into the kitchen.

"Hi," I say in the most upbeat tone I can muster.

Mark asks me, "Hi, how was your sleep?" as he prepares some