Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 185
I still loved him, but not in the
same way that I used to, and this
time, I would stay, so I lifted my
eyes to his and said, “You know I’m
not going anywhere, right?”
“I was hoping you’d walk away,”
he said, but when I tried to step
closer, he let me.
He opened his arms and I fell right
into them as he wrapped me in a
tight embrace. It was such a simple
gesture, nothing but a small step
forward that closed the gap
between us, but it was so much
more than just that.
—
Cedric had Acute Myeloid Leukemia.
He found out about the week
before our breakup.
The month before that, he was
already diagnosed with anemia, but
they later found out it was
myelodysplastic syndrome.
Cedric tried to explain everything to
me in a way that would help me
understand it better, switching
medical terms with simple ones,
but it was still hard to grasp
everything.
The myelodysplasia, he said, was
discovered a little too late and had
already evolved into AML not long
after he was diagnosed with it.
So he broke up with me.
“It wasn’t an easy decision to
make,” he told me while we walked
around the park, an hour after
leaving Parker’s. “Many times, I
wanted to just tell you, to give up
and let myself be selfish, but when I
think of you and your dad…”
We had been walking around for a
while, trying to talk about anything
but the cancer, but it was lurking
somewhere at the back of our
minds. It was hard not to talk about
something so big, something that
had ruined and kept us apart.
I asked him how bad it was, and
he replied with a vague “Don’t
worry.”
He said it in a way that made it
clear that he didn’t want to dwell
on the topic, but I kept thinking
back to Dad all those years ago;
how Mom had kept most of the
details from me and only decided to
tell me when there was only little
hope left.
This time, I had to know, so even
though it was difficult, I pressed on
and asked again, just as we had
stopped walking under one of the
lampposts circling the park.
He let out a defeated sigh before
saying, “Leukemia that develops
from myelodysplasia is usually
resistant to treatment.”
I released a soft whistle and closed
my eyes, as if shutting down one of
my senses was going to lessen the
pain from the words he had just
told me.
It didn’t.
“You don’t seem sick,” I told him
when I reopened my eyes.
“You haven’t been around me
much.”
That was when I did notice the little
things—like how he shivered
despite his thick jacket o how we
had to stop walking a lot of times
and sit on one of the benches
whenever he was short of breath.
With a start, my eyes snapped to
his. “F--k, Ced, what about the
fight? Shit. Shit, you f-----g idiot
—”
“I’ll be fine,” he said.
I wasn’t sure when, exactly, I began
to cry all over again, or when I
decided to stop.
The only thing I was sure of,
however, was that I missed the
feeling of his arms around me and
the sound of his voice and the way
would wrap me in a one-arm hug.
And now that it was all back, and
cancer or no cancer, I wasn’t going
anywhere.
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