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Ending to Story Starter #1
The world around Micky seemed to come to a crashing halt. Perhaps he was hearing things, the wine he had was playing tricks on him, yeah, that was it. Yet, Amy kept looking at him, tiredness etched in her face, waiting for him to reply.
"You don't want us to see each other again?" Micky asked.
Amy nodded yes and Micky felt the blood drain from his face.
"Why not, Amy?" Micky asked.
"You won't want to see me after I tell you this." Amy said, taking a sip of her wine. "I...have cancer. Breast cancer. I ignored the warning signs, and now its spread." Amy said, a tear coming down her face. "I'm going to die, Micky. I'm going to die!!" She began to sob.
Micky rushed around the table and held her in his arms.
"Is that why you look so tired?" Micky asked. Amy nodded again.
"Amy, how can you..." Micky said, trying to find the words as his future was torn to shreds, "How can you have cancer? You're so young!"
"It runs in my family. My Mom and my aunt both had it. My aunt died, my Mom barely survived. Now it's my turn. That's why I want you to leave me so you can find someone else, someone else to spend your life with. Not with someone who's going to die!"
"How can you say that?" Micky said, wiping her eyes, "I want to spend my life with you!" Micky got down on one knee.
He pulled out the box with the ring. Opening it, he showed the ring to Amy.
"Will you marry me?" Micky asked.
"Marry you?" Amy asked, shocked, "I'm going for a mastectomy, I'll only have one breast.
"Doesn't matter."
"Radiation treatments will make my hair fall out."
"I don't care, sweetheart." Micky said, "I love you, and I won't leave you ever, no matter what happens."
Amy stared at the ring for several seconds, then said, "Yes. I'll marry you."
Micky put the ring on Amy's finger and kissed her deeply. When they pulled apart, Micky looked deep into Amy's eyes.
"Just remember this, honey. You're gonna die over my dead body."
Despite the situation, Amy had to smile at that.
Micky and Amy were hastily married in the church Micky had picked
out before. When the pastor, caterer, florist, etc, heard about the
circumstances, they cooperated to get everything ready before Amy
had her operation and radiation. It was a beautiful wedding, with
Amy's sister Kim as maid of honor and Mike, Peter and Davy as the
best men.
The happy couple spent their honeymoon at Micky's Aunt's house in the mountains, which she vacated to let them have some privacy.
Mister Babbit, hearing of Amy's condition, offered Micky and Amy a
house near the pad for only half the usual rent with the first month
free. Absolutely shocked, Micky and Amy gratefully accepted.
Soon, however, the happiness was over as Amy went to the hospital
for her mastectomy. Micky's band mates and his sister-in-law stayed
with him throughout the long ordeal, despite Micky's pleadings for
them to go home. Finally, the doctor came over to see Micky.
"Mr. Dolenz?" The doctor asked.
"Yes, how is Amy?" Micky asked.
"We had to do a complete mastectomy on her left breast and take out part of her lung and the lymph nodes under her arm, but I think we got all of the cancer."
The doctor was enveloped in a group hug.
"Still," The doctor warned, "The cancer had gone into her lymph nodes. That means the cancer can spread. She'll still have to have radiation and chemotherapy to try and stop that."
"Will she live?" Micky asked.
"I can't really give you a definite answer, Mr. Dolenz, but right
now, the signs look promising."
Once out of the hospital, Amy began out-patient treatment for her
cancer. Micky never left her side, except if he had to play a gig
with the Monkees. When the gig was over, he rushed back home.
Mike, Peter and Davy came by often to help out at the house and even secretly paid some of their bills.
As Amy predicted, her hair began to fall out and soon she had little left. Micky came back home from a gig one night to find her standing in front of the mirror in their bedroom. Her face was red from crying. She turned away as Micky came in.
"Micky, go away, I don't want you to see me like this!" Amy cried.
Micky took her in his arms. "Honey, I told you I don't care what you look like. You'll always be beautiful to me."
Amy buried her head in his chest. "I don't deserve someone like you." She wept.
"You're right, you deserve someone better, but I'm glad you're mine." Micky said.
He picked her up (she was very thin) and placed her on their bed,
where he held her in his arms the rest of the night.
The next morning, Micky left to buy some groceries. He was gone
longer than usual and Amy began to worry since her next treatment
was later in the day. As she tied the scarf around her head, she
heard Micky coming in the front door.
"Honey, I'm home!" Micky called out.
Amy smiled, and walked into the living room and stopped in shock.
Micky had all his hair shaved off!
"What did you do to your hair?" Amy exclaimed.
"Oh this?" Micky said, rubbing his head, "Well, I didn't want you to feel awkward about not having any hair, so I had the barber take all of mine off...and it's going to stay off until yours grows back!"
"You cut off all that curly hair...for me?"
"Yep!"
"Micky Dolenz, I could...could..." Amy stuttered, looking for something to throw at her husband. Finding a pillow, she threw it at him.
"Hey, your aim is improving!" Micky teased, ducking.
After several long months, Micky and Amy went back to the doctor's
to hear the results of her latest tests. They would find out if the
radiation and chemo had worked or not.
Sitting in the doctor's office, they nervously waited for him to come in. When he did, he had a smile on his face.
"Amy, I think you'll be pleased to know your cancer is in remission." He said, "It turns out the cancer had not spread as much as we had thought. Your chances of surviving this are very good!"
Micky and Amy kissed each other and then got up and hugged the doctor as well. They practically ran out of his office and over to the other Monkees who had been waiting for them. They went out and celebrated at a restaurant. Later Micky and Amy went home. She took him in his arms.
"I love you so much, Micky." She said, "You stayed with me when you could've left and found someone else."
"There's no other person I'd want to be with, sweetheart." Micky replied, then picked her up. "Now let's start that family we wanted, shall we?"
"Whatever you say, baby, whatever you say." Amy replied as he carried her up to the bedroom.
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