Him (A Michael Jackson Love Story) Part 20

The doctors told me I had little time left. They told me I would die. They told me I was a goner. I told them they were crazy. I didn't know how long I had before my body began to shut down. I didn't know how long I had until my heart stopped beating. But I knew one thing for sure. I wasn't about to die without seeing the love of my life get married. Not a chance...

The sunlight bit at my eyelids until I could not ignore it any longer. As the cancer progressed, the woman that enjoyed waking up at hours humans could hardly imagine began to wake up much later. The cancer slowed my body, slowed its functioning. I was always tired. i woke up to the sounds of doctors pacing quickly inside my hospital room. "Miss Alissa, you are aware of how long you have left, right?" the doctor asked hesitantly. "Well good morning to you too, Doctor." How rude... He left the room quickly and scurried back to the Xray room. Everyone there kept saying to me, "Stay calm. It will all be alright. Don't worry." They were too absorbed in their little world to even notice that I appeared nothing even close to worried. But I was. On the inside. But I wouldn't show them that. Partly, because that is who I am. I don't like to show fear or pain or sensitivity. I am tough. But mostly because they reported everything that I said or did back to Michael. And the last thing that I needed was to stress him out. the door to my room swung open. Michael held flowers...and shocking news.