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dreamlikenewyork2015-01-31 02:28 pm
radioactivesadness) wrote in dreamlikenewyork2015-01-31 02:28 pm
"And every heartache makes you stronger."
Who: Ajay Bellerose and Billy Willis
What: Tough times ahead
Where: Surgical Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Friday night
Ajay had lost track of time. He didn't know how long he had sat there holding Billy while he cried his eyes out. It was a long time. Ajay had cried with him on and off, but he was proud of himself for being able to pull it together a little to just be there for Billy. That's all Billy said he wanted right now. The results of the biopsies had come back and confirmed that the lump had been cancerous, and there were cancer cells in his lymph nodes but only in two areas and small spread. He was classified Stage IIA, which meant they got it early but he would need chemo and radiation to combat the lingering cells of the spread.
Billy had honestly taken the news like a trooper. He held it together, even admitted to Tara, his Oncologist, that he expected it and that it was a weird kind of relief that he chose to have the bigger surgery all in one go. But it was hearing he needed chemo and radiation where he lost it. It was just that bit too much to shoulder and he broke down, begging Ajay to stay there with him. Ajay didn't take any offence to the request. You did and said a lot of things when trauma was coming at you from all angles. It wasn't that Billy expected Ajay not to be there, it was just a plea for what he needed.
The crying was easing off now. Ajay was relieved, if only because Billy had been crying so badly at one point that he'd made himself sick with it. He needed to cry it out. Sometimes, crying it out was all you could do. Ajay left the room just briefly to get dampen some paper towels in the adjoining en suite bathroom and brought them back to softly press them to Billy's face, trying to soothe the flushing he had there, the swollen eyes, the sore nose from wiping it with tissues. "Do you want me to call Jude? Do you want to tell him yourself? I can do it if you're not up to him but you want him to know," he murmured, sitting back down and holding one of the cool towels to Billy's cheek.
What: Tough times ahead
Where: Surgical Unit, Mount Sinai
When: Friday night
Ajay had lost track of time. He didn't know how long he had sat there holding Billy while he cried his eyes out. It was a long time. Ajay had cried with him on and off, but he was proud of himself for being able to pull it together a little to just be there for Billy. That's all Billy said he wanted right now. The results of the biopsies had come back and confirmed that the lump had been cancerous, and there were cancer cells in his lymph nodes but only in two areas and small spread. He was classified Stage IIA, which meant they got it early but he would need chemo and radiation to combat the lingering cells of the spread.
Billy had honestly taken the news like a trooper. He held it together, even admitted to Tara, his Oncologist, that he expected it and that it was a weird kind of relief that he chose to have the bigger surgery all in one go. But it was hearing he needed chemo and radiation where he lost it. It was just that bit too much to shoulder and he broke down, begging Ajay to stay there with him. Ajay didn't take any offence to the request. You did and said a lot of things when trauma was coming at you from all angles. It wasn't that Billy expected Ajay not to be there, it was just a plea for what he needed.
The crying was easing off now. Ajay was relieved, if only because Billy had been crying so badly at one point that he'd made himself sick with it. He needed to cry it out. Sometimes, crying it out was all you could do. Ajay left the room just briefly to get dampen some paper towels in the adjoining en suite bathroom and brought them back to softly press them to Billy's face, trying to soothe the flushing he had there, the swollen eyes, the sore nose from wiping it with tissues. "Do you want me to call Jude? Do you want to tell him yourself? I can do it if you're not up to him but you want him to know," he murmured, sitting back down and holding one of the cool towels to Billy's cheek.