I sat quietly in my room filled with anticipation, I checked my phone, sat for a little while longer. I needed to know, and I didn’t think I could wait any more. After what seemed like an eternity I checked the clock on the wall again. Five minutes had past. It was 2:15 am. I got out of my bed and took a walk. I went to the ice machine for the third time since my surgery. I felt fine, but I needed to know. I needed to know if the surgery worked. I needed to know if I was cancer free, or if all of this was for nothing. I sat down in the cold leather chair next to my bed, and looked at my mom. A tear rolled down my cheek. I wanted to be better so badly it hurt. I didn’t want to die. I couldn’t put my family through that. I checked my phone one more time and drifted off. I would know in the morning… or would I? This could be the last time I closed my eyes, or last time I dreamed a dream. I wish my dad was here. I miss him.