Lindsay Anderson

A.j. Lindsay Anderson

"Are you okay, sweet sweet?" My wonder-ful and amazing Mom asked. "You don't seem like your usual optimist-ic self today.""I'm exhaust-ed, weak, and just having a hard day today, that's all." I replied, weakly. "While my best friend Archie, and our plethora of good friends are away at camp or doing other fun summeractiv-ties, I am here, receiv-ing chemo, treat-ments, and surger-ies for my cervical cancer. I know that I feel this way every time summer comes around, but it does not make it any easier.""I know, sweet-ie." My wonder-ful and amazing Dad whisper-ed, taking my hand in his, and sitting on the edge of my bed."I just wish Archie were here and not at camp." I said, tears filling my eyes. "I miss him.""You don't have to miss me for long." A familiar voice said from the door way."Arch-ie." I whisper-ed, a tired and faint smile forming on my face. "Hi, beau-tiful." Archie smiled. After exchan-ging hugs and hellos with Mom and Dad, Archie asked, "Do you guys think that I could have a word with her?""Of course." Dad smiled, as he and Mom exited my hospital room.