“You know, I’ve had a lot of down time to think about this. I might become a therapist, someone that can talk to other kids that are going through all the things I’m going through.
You’ve inspired and encouraged me.”
A nurse walks in with a wheelchair.
“Okay, Madeline are you ready to go?”
“As long as Kelly can walk me out,” she looks at me.“Of course, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
We went as slow as we could down to the first floor, holding on to each last moment we would spend together.
“Kelly, I love you. Thanks for everything.”
“I love you too, don’t change one bit.”
She got into the car and drove away.
I turned to the nurse next to me.
“She seems so upbeat, but doesn’t look like she’s going into remission. I’m just glad she finally made it out of here.
She gave me a puzzled look.
“Didn’t she tell you. She isn’t going into remission, she’s terminal. She going home so she can go in peace.”