Chapter 46: Chapter 46

"Landon," he yells out to the other person. The pupils in the eyes that were located at the very back of my head enlarged once more.

The grandchild elaborates, "That was the name of my grandfather." "That was the name of my grandfather." I gave another resounding sigh against his chest as I continued talking. You are aware that those names may appear to be quite arbitrary to some people. I say this while casting my gaze in his direction.

The speaker ensured the listener, "You have my word that they are not," that they were not. I give him a look that indicates my confusion, but he immediately switches the topic of our talk to something else. Do something that will change things, even if it's only for the better in a small way. "Well, those are the names that have been given to me. Good, that's settled then. What can you say about yourself and your experiences?" He asks. I'm just giving a very light rub to this location on my arm.

She explained, "Well, I am aware that this isn't how it works, but when I was younger, I believed that if I ever had twins, I would want to call them Kyle and Kara." "Well, I'm aware that this isn't how it works, but when I was younger, I thought that if I ever had twins, I would want to It's embarrassing to hear how clueless I come across, and it makes me want to hide my face in shame.

I remarked to the person(s) that they had wonderful names. While he does this, he wraps his other arm around my waist and drags me in closer to him. "What happens if there is another one in addition to them? In the event that we do choose to give him or her a name, what do you suggest we call him or her?" He asks.

I respond by suggesting that I do not know the answer by saying, "I don't know, I've only ever thought about Kyle and Kara," indicating that I am clueless about the matter.

"Well, you're going to have to figure it out for yourself," the speaker said. He says. My entire body fell into a state of mild tension the moment it was announced that we would have that many; but, I rapidly relaxed once I realized that it didn't sound all that horrible to begin with. When it was mentioned that we would have that many:

"I don't understand why she thinks it's necessary to talk to you and I first." I enquire in a frantic tone, raising my voice to show how concerned I am about the situation.

"Just try to take things easy for the time being. There is a possibility that she will compliment the effort that you have been putting in in this particular endeavor." Mark grabs hold of my hand and tries to calm my shaking knee with the other hand while while maintaining his grip on my hand. I start by bouncing one knee, and then I go on to the other knee after a few calm, deliberate breaths.

"You're impossible." Mark is making a statement as he laughs out loud at the same time.

that there is no such thing as an impossible task and that there is no such thing as an impossible task. I say.

"Are you quite certain that we haven't talked about this subject before?" Mark asks.

"Yes. It was soon before we were ready to board the plane to go see my mother and pick up my wedding dress." I would suggest taking a few more lengthy, deep breaths and leaning against Mark to help you relax.

"I just can't get over the fact that you have an almost photographic memory," said the person to the other. Mark makes this observation while he is smiling and leaning his head on my shoulder.

"Really? Since the moment that we initially started interacting with one another, nearly a whole year has passed." In response, I straighten up, turn my head to face him, and smile in the most inconspicuous manner imaginable.

"Yeah." When he grins, it gives me butterflies in my stomach and makes me feel as like my heart is going to explode from its confined space.

"Alyanna Hernandez?" A nurse asks. I try to resist the impulse to rub them, but in the end I just can't help myself. I only recently decided to alter my last name, so the pronunciation of it is something I'm currently getting used to. Before moving over to the nurse, I raise myself to a standing posture and wait for Mark to become acclimated to using his crutches. Only then do I head in that direction. The nurse directs us to one of the vacant rooms and teaches us how to enter it. "The physician will be arriving at this spot very soon," the speaker said. Just before she leaves the room, she says those things with a mocking grin on her face. She does so as she walks away from the conversation.

"I'm nervous." When I'm staring at Mark, I make this remark to you.

"It ought to go without saying that this is the situation," the sentence begins. Mark utters while heaving a mocking sigh of frustration and rolling his eyes in an attempt to simulate his own annoyance.

"Shut up!" I reply while simultaneously giving him the evil eye with my eyes and rolling them.

It won't take more than a few minutes until the doctor arrives to see you at your location. "Hello Alyanna, Mark." While we are having this conversation, she tells me while extending her hand for me to shake. I do and Mark does after me.

"How are you doing today, Dr. Carlisle?" I say. It never fails to make me chuckle, both because of the inside joke irony that is associated with her last name and because it is something that only a select few others will understand. Mark is now counted as one of those persons, joining their ranks.

"Well, I bet that you're sitting there thinking to yourself, 'Why did I ask you to meet in my office?'" Exactly that is the question she has. I first give her the benefit of the doubt by acknowledging what she has said, and then I wait for her to continue. The person who was speaking stated, "I think we discovered you a cure," and then continued, "so I'm just going to jump right into it." My pupils widen, and I am conscious of the fact that Mark's hand has maneuvered its way below the table and is now applying pressure to it. There is still a significant amount of work to be done before we can consider this endeavor to have been successful. This is consistent with what she has said. A friendly grin and a gentle nod are the only responses I provide.

"So, what took place, and what exactly is taking place at this very moment?" I ask.

The physician explained, "Well, you're just going to take a very low dose today, and then we won't give you any more for the rest of the month." After this dose, you won't receive any more medication until the following month. By by nodding in agreement with what she is saying, I am demonstrating that I am paying attention to what it is that she is saying. We won't be able to begin the radiation treatment for your cancer until January because your cancer has responded so effectively to the chemotherapy. Her statements have taken me totally by surprise. I had no idea what to expect. After that, you will undergo a treatment known as a bone marrow transplant some time in the middle of January. This is something that she tells me while giving me the cutest tiny smile in the world.

"How long will I have to go through the process of receiving radiation treatment?" Despite the fact that she has spoken it, the truth of what she has just said is still difficult for me to acknowledge as being the case.

The member of staff informed the customer, "You'll come in for it twice a week up until I'd say the fifteenth through the twentieth of January," and this schedule will remain in effect until the end of the month. The sentence is uttered by her while she flips through a few pages on the clipboard that is located in front of her. It is essential for her to witness the shocked expression that is currently present on my face. "If you follow this course of action, I will personally guarantee that you will experience the greatest amount of success. If that weren't already the case, I wouldn't have suggested it because there wouldn't have been a need to do so otherwise. Your decision will impact the course of events to a significant degree, but it is ultimately up to you." She only gives a fleeting smile before standing to her feet and exiting via the front door of the building. The person who was speaking added, "I'll give you two a moment to converse without anyone else around," and the two people exchanged glances.

I focus once again on Mark while maintaining a wide-open expression and turning my attention back to him. "What are you hoping to accomplish with the rest of the evening?" He asks.

I feel the need to take a few slow, deep breaths right now. Please excuse me."

In certain situations, the aftereffects of the radiation treatment are even more severe than the aftereffects of the chemotherapy treatment. Depending on the specifics of the situation, the alternative may be the better choice." When it comes to making a decision, I have no idea why I'm going through the motions of verbalizing this when I've already made up my mind about what I want to do. I have no concept.

"All right, so what's the worst case scenario that could possibly take place?" He asks. Even though it is very evident to me that he is aware of the fact that I am hedging my bets, he yet continues to go along with the plan that I have devised.

"The vast majority of the time, I had the unsettling sensation that I needed to vomit. Tired. My skin peeled." My delivery of the explanation was accompanied by an audible sigh on my part.

"And what about the reasoning that is so convincing?" He questions me while I continue to stall, which is in keeping with the tone that I am trying to set.

"The nausea and vomiting only occur a few times a week, and the skin peels barely at all," she said. "The skin peels barely at all." "The fatigue isn't nearly as severe as it is when you're doing chemotherapy." I say. Chemotherapy is the very worst possible course of treatment that may be prescribed. I will be able to go home right after I finish my radiation treatment because of the side effects. Even while it's important for me to wind down and take some time for myself, I don't have to go to sleep if I'm not in the mood to do so. I have no doubt that Mark will be holding his breath in the event that I fulfill his expectation.

When I was caught in my thoughts about the repercussions, he dragged me out of them by asking, "What's the plan?" (What are you going to do?)

"Let's do it."