Just a bit of backstory here, as this is my first ever actual upload after being here on anon from way back to the days of green FJ.
I spent every summer at my aunt's house in Arcadia, FL, escaping from Whorelando any chance I could. I spent every summer from fourth to seventh grade there, had my own bedroom, toothbrush, the works. My aunt and uncle were closer than my parents at this time. Anyway, here goes.
>Be me, age 15, so four years ago.
>I'm just hanging out at aunt's place, riding four wheelers and dirt bikes and ****
>I get a call on my little boost *********
that my aunt hurt herself inside and needed help
>Bust ass pulling forty on a little dirtbike tearing across the pasture to the house
>Throw door open and see her slouched on the floor holding her head in her hand
>"I'm fine, just drive me to the ER, I'll call on the way there"
>I don't have license nor experience aside from vidyagames as to how to drive
>She drive a Ram.
>I sloppily throw it in first and we tear out of the driveway, and she tells me when to shift as she dials the local ER
>We get there and she can hardly walk her eye hurts so much (you'll see why I say eye in a bit)
>I'm sitting there waiting for my uncle to get there, he worked like thirty miles away
>Nurse asks me if I want to watch something else on tv, it's playing Spongebob
>I'm cool with it, send her away so I can be a nervous wreck on my own
>Uncle gets there, doctor comes out and talks to him aside
>All I hear is "eye" and "Mass" over and over.
>Then one word resonates. Cancer.
>World ending oxygen sucking panic as I collapse in shock
Fast forward a few years,
>Be me, now 19, two months ago.
>Aunt calls, says her treatment's been okay but they aren't seeing enough results, recommend surgery
>This lady was a photographer her whole life and rode horses for a living when she was younger.
>She says they're going to remove both eyes.
>I break a bit and ask her if she's okay, and she says she will be.
Surgery was two days ago. Right before she went in, I get a voicemail from her
"Hey, just letting you know I'm going in soon. I'll talk to ya when I can."
I called her as soon as I got it, and she answers.
"Hey, relax, I'm going in, i have to call you back. I'll be okay. Besides, it's so pretty out today."
The tumor had grown into her brain in the two months in between her treatment and surgery, and they removed her eyes and gave her at most a year.
One year to live without sight, and in pain.