"C-Chemotheropy?" Briten stuttered. "But, they put my mom on that... she had to stay in the
hospital for treatments! Am I allowed to stay at home?"
"Yes, Briten, you can use this," Dr. Keirsted said, taking a small monitor from his pocket. I'll fill
it with a days dose of medicine, and you can do usual stuff, but no swimming, or running or
anything in that field of sports."
"S-Side effects?" Briten questioned, almost afraid to know.
"You will feel light headed, nausia, or headaches, but then on other days you'll be just fine."
"Just fine? Just fine? I'll never be just fine with Cancer," Briten said, as she cleared her dry
throat.
Dr. Keirsted handed her the monitor. "See how light that is? It's easy to travel with, and you can
just hook it onto the waist of your pants, and wear a loose shirt to cover it. It injects it's self in
you, and it'll only work for about two hours after one injection. Do you want to use that, or
come to the hospital everyday for treatments here?"
"If I need to choose, I guess I'll use the pack," she said uncertainly. "Is there any other way?"
"The easiest way? To stay in the hospital the whole time so we can inject it into yourselves, and
record your temp and blood pressure. But if you don't want to, than you can use the
mini-monitor."
"I've got nothing else to lose. I'll use the monitor. That way I can cry in my own self-pity," she
said sarcastically.
The doctor nodded. "All right, at least your going for treatment."
Briten got up to leave, but then turned around, fingering her sun-coloured blonde hair. "Dr.
Keirsted?"
"Yes, Briten?"
"Am...am I gonna lose my hair?"
Dr. Keirsted gave her a sad smile. "It is most likely you will lose your hair. I'm sorry, Briten."
Chapter Four
