The next few months of chemo went by in a blur. They pricked my arm and made me swallow a pill. I stayed in the hospital for the night then went home and recovered for a few days. Mark had to work most of those days. I tried to find shows that I would only like but I kept coming back to NCIS and Hawaii Five-O, my favorite shows. I promised Mark I wouldn't watch without him. That was hard.After a few weeks of not finding anything to watch I stooped down to watching My Little Pony. I can't believe I watched all seven or eight seasons. I'm not proud of that part in my life. A week after finishing My Little Pony I started reading more.I read the Twilight books again. Not listening to me actually read them, it's better that way. Then my body is focused on what's happening in the book rather than doing other random things. Like what? I'm not sure. The books are just like I remember them, better than the movies.I read the book To All the Boys I've Loved Before and the books after that. Wa

"What does all of this amount to?" He does so once again."This is a surprise for you on your birthday." I respond to him while extending my hand to him. After grabbing it, he follows me into the back of the truck and sits down."Could you just explain this to me?" He inquires while sitting down and pointing to the various cushions and blankets nearby."We went to a drive-in theater and watched movies that you and your mother used to watch all the time. I could remember some of them, but for the rest, I had to make educated guesses." I stated that I would sit next to him and he would cover me with a blanket."I am grateful." Mark says this to me while placing his arm around me and pressing his shoulder against mine."No issue, and best wishes on the birthday." I say giving him a hug back.I tune the radio to the appropriate station and bring the volume up to practically its maximum. I also open the windows in order to maybe improve our ability to hear the conversation. I was only able

"What?" I ask this based on the expression on his face."I have an obligation to make a journey for work tomorrow." He lets out a sigh before laying his head on my shoulder and sighing again.I inquired, "How much longer?"The answer is "till Wednesday." Another sigh escapes him."Are you going to be able to make it back for Thanksgiving?" I ask, staring at him now."I certainly do. To our good fortune, there is nothing that has to be done." He is now seated. "Your mom and dad are seeing that everything is taken care of, right?""Yep. Nothing that I try to do is permitted by them. Not that I'm complaining, but I don't particularly enjoy preparing very large dinners." My recommendation is to switch it over to Netflix so that we may watch some of our shows.We are able to get through a few more until Mark gets up to take a shower, at which point I need to change it. After discovering a sitcom by the name of Hart of Dixie, I made the decision to watch it. It's excellent.Mark leaves for

As I make my way down the hallway, I stop to look at some of the artwork. There is the one with my dad and his parents, a picture of Alyanna and me on our wedding day, a picture of what I believe to be the birth of our child even though I have no idea what her name is, and a picture of Alyanna, the young girl, and me with another baby."Do you have a second child?" I ask out loud."Daddy?" I overhear a weak and worn-out voice saying.I look around and notice a little boy standing there. I keel down. "What's up, Landon?" I make another effort to open my eyes wider. What if it's not even his real name? I ask myself."Where is mommy?" he yelled. He questions it while scratching his eyes."You can find her in the kitchen." I say freezing.What about Milly?"In her room with Lexi," the text reads. Lexi just snuck out. It's possible that we don't call each other that, but I can't say for sure. Nonetheless, I was finally able to discover the name of my child."Can you bring me to mama?" He q

I spring to my feet and immediately set Landon down on the chair before regaining my standing position. "Are you serious?" This is a question that I ask with my eyes starting to well up. I can't even begin to express how happy I am, yet at the same time, I have no idea what to make of this. It's been so long since I've experienced these emotions that I can't even remember the last time they came over me. If they ever did."Yeah, I am." "I'm sorry," she continues, grinning through the tears that are streaming down her face.I hear a lot of people praising one another and clapping their hands, in addition to a few other things, but all that I can think about is the beautiful woman who is standing in front of me. The transformation from a pleased to a sad countenance is so palpable that I can feel it happening to my face."What exactly is it that's bothering you?" Alyanna expresses her concern by asking the question. "Are you certain that you do not wish to have any more children?" She c