The F- It List Part 3

I imagined Becca in the center of a giant, four- poster canopy bed, so tiny and sickly that the bed practically engulfed her. None of that made sense, since Becca neither had a four- poster bed nor a canopy. In fact, she constantly b.i.t.c.hed about the fact that her bed was merely a twin on a metal bed frame. It was a hilarious argument I wit- nessed between her and her mother.

"Mom, I'm getting close to adulthood now. Don't you think that warrants a queen? Or at least a double?"

"My dear," her mom p.r.o.nounced, "you are no queen, and giving you a bigger bed just gives you license to share it with some- one else."

Touche.

"Knock knock," I said and did. My heart beat behind my eyes, and my stomach hovered around the middle of my chest. I hoped what- ever I saw behind that door wasn't like something out of The Exorcist.

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"Come in," said a familiar voice. Becca's voice. Who else would it be?

I opened the door with a jerk, not purposely, but my hands also seemed not quite in working order. The back of the door slammed into the wall as it fl ew open. A picture hanging behind the door jumped off the wall and landed with a smash.

"s.h.i.+t. Sorry," I said, trying to pick up the pieces.

"Does that mean you're still mad at me?" Becca asked from the corner of her room, where she sat in her big blue comfy chair, hidden under a blanket her grandma had knitted. The only parts of her exposed were her arms, which held a PS3 controller, and her head, which looked surprisingly the same as the last time I saw her.

"Are you kidding?" I asked, gingerly closing the door behind me and stepping over the broken frame, a picture of the two of us from eighth- grade graduation. "How can I still be mad at you?"

"So cancer absolved me of everything? s.h.i.+t, I should have got- ten cancer a long time ago."

"Ha ha." I wasn't ready to joke about Becca having cancer, and I was a bit put off that she was. I sat on the edge of her bed and dangled my feet. "I was all ready to forgive you when I came to school today, but apparently you had to go all drama department on me." That was me attempting to be light, but it was a stretch. "What's going on, Becca?"

"What don't you know?" She a.s.sessed how far the rumor mill had gotten.

"All I know is what Jenna told me, which wasn't enough. She said you had cancer and that you started chemo today. I don't even really -1- know what that means. And you look okay." I looked at Becca's face 0- and recognized a tiredness and an unfamiliar fear in her eyes that I

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hadn't noticed a second ago. I averted my glance to the tele vi sion screen where she had her game paused. Two medieval- looking people were frozen, blurred but obviously intertwined in mid- screw.

"Lovely, Becca. Are you just faking cancer so you can watch digitized people get it on?"

"If only," she sighed, threw down her controller, and began to cough an extended, pained cough. When it subsided, she said, "It is pretty sick that I can do this while you're in school, though, isn't it?

My mom walked in on me today mid- s.e.x scene, and she said, 'You have as much computer- animated s.e.x as you like, honey.' "

I laughed, but switched gears quickly. "So was Jenna right about the chemo?"

"No, of course she wasn't. I mean, yes, I'm having chemo, but not until tomorrow. So you can tell her know- it- all a.s.s that she got something wrong. f.u.c.k. She's probably planning her audition scene for the fall play."

"Who cares about that, Becca?" It felt like the two of us were avoiding the actual cancer discussion no matter how many times we brought it up or got close. But my stomach, heart, and hands wouldn't get back to normal without knowing what the h.e.l.l was going on. "Tell me what happened."

"The long or short version?"

"Long, if you want to tell it."

"It involves someone and some events that I probably shouldn't bring up."

"Davis, I'm a.s.suming? He's bagged and tagged to me. Speak about him freely."

"If you're sure," she checked. I nodded the okay. "After we, you --1 know, after your dad's, you know, he kept calling me. And at fi rst, I -0 -+1

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told him to leave me alone. But when you wouldn't talk to me, I don't know, I guess I was p.i.s.sed at you, so Davis and I sort of hung out a bunch over the summer. Not really hung out in an intellectually stimulating way. More of an ..." Becca pointed to the computerized s.e.x on her TV. "That kind of way."

I shuddered and grimaced, but I couldn't fault her. Davis repulsed me at that point, and, well, Becca had cancer.

"I know this must suck to hear, and believe me it gets grosser."

"I can't imagine how, but go ahead. 'It gets grosser' is such an intriguing setup."

"He was visiting down south"- she gestured to the crotchy portion of her body-"and he found some lumps. All very s.e.xy, of course. I checked them out in the mirror later on, mortifi ed I had some disgusting zit infestation or something. But they weren't zitty, really, and then I realized I had them in other places, too. So my mom made an appointment for me at the doctor."

"You told your mom Davis found lumps while deep- sea diving?"

"G.o.d no! I didn't tell her how I found them, and she didn't ask.

After that it was like a s.h.i.+tstorm of doctor appointments and tests.

The biopsy was f.u.c.king horrifi c. They seemed to want to rule every- thing else out before they went with the capital- C cancer diagnosis.

Do you want more gory details about my summer?"

Gore, as in horror- movie blood- and- guts- made- of- corn- syrup, I could handle. But after Dad's death and the real- life gore of that, I could do without. "Why don't you skip to what they said," I told her.

"They said I have Hodgkin's lymphoma, which they claimed is very treatable. So, yay me, I guess." She didn't look "yay me." She -1- looked petrifi ed.

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"I guess, except that I still have to go through chemo, which, if everything I read about it online is true-"

"Which it never is," I unhelpfully interjected.

"-is going to suck oversized donkey b.a.l.l.s," Becca continued.

"You have been hanging around Davis." I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry," she said.

"No. It's okay. If Davis's donkey b.a.l.l.s help you get through can- cer, then suck them all you like." Becca threw a pillow at me.

"You know he stopped calling after I fi gured out it was cancer.

Something like his next- door neighbor died of cancer, and he couldn't handle it."

"Sorry," I told her. "He bailed on me, too, obviously."

"He's gone now. Joined the army."

"What? When? We both dated a guy that's in the army? That's so weird. I'm a pacifi st, for f.u.c.k's sake."

Our eyes fl oated over to two s.e.xing computer creations on her TV. "Dude, you need to turn that off . It's so wrong."

"Says you," she uttered, but turned off the screen.

"So you go for chemo tomorrow? What exactly is chemo?"

"They explained it to me, but I only hear every sixteenth word when the doctors are talking. It's so surreal. Like a TV show moment.

You have cancer. And then I'm supposed to listen to someone explain a million billion things to me? What I got was that they inject me with a bunch of diff erent drugs for a week that attack the cancer. Then I get at least a two- week break so my body doesn't completely break down, which sounds delightful because I'll probably be puking and gross the entire time. And then I go back and go through it all again.

And again. They said I need at least four rounds. I'm pretty freaked --1 out."

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"Is there anything I can do?" I asked. A stupid question that too many people asked me after my dad died. I would have taken the chemo for her if I could.

"No, I don't think so. But if I don't call or text you this week, don't be upset, okay? I have no idea what I'll be like."

"I could bring you stuff . c.r.a.ppy magazines and chicken soup?"

It was all I could realistically think to off er.

"Maybe. I'll let you know. I've heard it can really get ugly."

"You'll never be ugly, Becca," I a.s.sured her.

"I said it can get ugly, not I could." She laughed a little, then choked on the laugh and coughed some more. Her eyes welled with tears. "I'm going to lose my hair, Alex."

I defl ated for Becca. That hair. If I had cancer, I could do without my hair. I had gone pretty close to no hair a couple of times. But Becca's hair was too beautiful and perfect. "Alex?" She looked at me for help. "I want you to shave my head."

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