Oh yay!! This was just fantastic! I loved it!!
The banner is rather lovely too
~Sam~

wonderful chapter and a wonderful end to the chapter

I don't realize that you've already posted the new chapter

and as usual, I like it PAMS!

Oh thanks Guys
I wanted to focus on the love a bit more, although I think there might be a touch more drama coming up

Awwwww! Absolutely, positively adorable!! I loved it Jessiqua!
This was the perfect love scene in the middle of all the hardship
-Rachel

Chapter Eleven
After Wedding Bliss

"So how was it?" James asked.
Hermione blushed slightly, "Magnificent. I couldn't have imagined a better day," she said.
James was smiling at her, he was so happy that she had her dream come true. Sometimes his patients said to him "Oh, Dr. Wilson I just want to make it until my 50th birthday", and "Dr. Wilson I just want to go travelling and then I'll be happy," but sometimes those people, no matter how strong they were, didn't make it. Every time he was able to fulfil a dream of his, he thought of each of his patients who had died before fulfilling their dream. He was happy because, in front of him was a young beautiful woman who had fulfilled her dream. She was one of the lucky ones.
"I saw the photos, someone named Molly sent them in. I assume she is your mother-in-law?" he asked.
Eyes widening, Hermione nodded. She had never thought of Molly as her mother-in-law, even though that's what she was. "It's funny how quickly things change, isn't it Dr. Wilson? I've known for a long time that I've wanted to marry Ron, but I didn't actually think it would happen," she confessed. She had that scared feeling that something would go wrong, but it didn't. "And I didn't even faint!"
James laughed, "I'm glad to hear. But please, stop calling me Dr. Wilson, it's James," he said.
"James," she said, smiling. "Better?"

"Okay, so your fortnightly blood tests have been good so we are going to start you on monthly blood tests and see how that goes," he explained to her, making sure she understood what he was saying.
"Really?" she asked, thinking it was too soon.
James slowly nodded, he thought she would react like this. "Hermione we haven't seen any new cell growth for eight months. It's time to go and live your life a little. If we do find anything, we still would have found it in time to act quickly. Most of my patients relapse after only a few weeks."

Without meaning to, Hermione opened her mouth and said "I... I don't know how to live my life any more." She hadn't realised she had spoken out loud until she felt a hand on her knee. Looking up she saw that James had moved his chair in front of hers, and was looking at her. He looked concerned. About what?
"Hermione, that's natural. Look at everything you have been through! You were diagnosed, went through chemotherapy, through ALL of those ups and downs, and you were married. That's an awful lot to go through, and you should be so proud of yourself. Not once did you give up, or feel sorry for yourself. There's something inside of you, and you hold onto it. It gives you strength," James said calmly.
Listening to all those kind words made her feel a bit better. She sure felt like giving up some days. But what was the point in feeling sorry for herself? Everyone else took care of that for her.

After taking a few moments to think, she said "What if we do find more cells? Is it... is it going to be harder to treat?" she asked.
He considered it, "It might be. Sometimes the cells do come back stronger and more resistant to therapies we had previously used. But, we just bring in stronger guys to fight it off. And more of them," he said.
"And what about if all that doesn't work?" she asked. These were the questions that had been weighing her down for so long. What if something went wrong and she died? What would she do about Ron? She would never want to leave him! If the situation was reversed, how would she go on?
He looked at her for a few moments, "If all that fails then we go to plan B. Bone Marrow Transplant. Remember I put you on the registry last year, but only if we need it."

She thought about all that information. Well, hopefully they would detect it early. Hopefully she would respond to the increased treatment... hopefully the transplant worked. Hopefully... hopefully there would be a donor.

You know Jess, when I read this chapter suddenly I remembered about my pathophysiology class and this week I'll have presentation about cancer too

Okay, that's was an intermezzo

as usual, your story is good, though sometimes I got confused with the words maybe because I read it when it was blackout and It's already 1.30 am here? BUT I like this chapter because you didn't put any uncommon medical term that might be confusing to the readers. Good job!

and Don't say that Ron will be a donor for Bone Marrow transplant!

~Raven chan

I don't want people to have to google terms and stuff!


I don't think Ron would be a donor, chances are they probably wouldn't match. They might but... stay tuned

Perfect Jess!!!
I loved it! It's sad but I still loved it!
I'm sure she's having aa hard time with all of those questions and what ifs weighing her down. Great job!
-Rachel

Chapter Twelve: Part One
Bad Luck Rising

Hermione left James' office that day with a smile on her gaunt face. She was free from fortnightly blood tests, so she could relax for an entire month before she needed to start preparing herself. Just in case. She pulled her beanie down at the back and sides to hide her patchy hair, and made her way slowly to the coffee shop just near the alleyway. She ordered a coffee and sat down by the window and watched everyone walking past. There were elderly couples, still in love, and teenagers fighting. Babies being pushed in prams, and carried in arms. There were dogs and bike riders, and people dressed in suits. She wondered if she would ever be one of those people. Would she and Ron live to be in their 70's? Would they reach 100? Would they reach it together or alone? She wondered if she could still have children, and when she wanted them. Would she ever have the energy to walk a dog or ride a bike again? Would she and Ron ever feel less threatened of the future to be able to fight? The thoughts that kept flowing in and out of her thoughts removed the smile that only a few moments ago was on her face. Now, her mouth was turned down at the corners. She was frowning, deep in thought.

The slight descent of her cushioned bench alerted her that someone had sat down. She kept looking out of the window until an arm wrapped itself around her waist, pulling her closer. The familiarity of that arm, and the warmth coming from him told her who it was. Smiling, she turned and said "How come you came to find me?"
"I wanted to know what was happening. I was waiting in the alleyway and saw you walk in here. How is everything?" Ron asked.
"He... wants to stretch me to monthly tests," she said, still very nervous of the extended time. She was convinced he was wrong in clearing her.
"Hermione that's wonderful!" Ron exclaimed, a big smile spreading over his face. "Why do you look so.. unhappy?"
She looked down and shrugged. "I'm scared it's just too long between tests. I just have a feeling something will come up and I felt more secure with fortnightly tests. But now I need to wait for the news once a month."
Shaking his head, he lifted her face with his hand and said "Hermione you need to start trusting him. He knows your case better than anyone. If he says it's time for monthly tests, then it's time. I'm sure if he was concerned that something would show up then he wouldn't stretch them."
She finished her coffee and gave him a brief kiss. "I just need time to settle into it, I suppose."
He nodded, finally glad she was seeing sense, and stood up. He extended his hand to her, to help her stand, and she gladly took it. They walked out of the cafe, hand in hand, down to their alleyway where, for the past few months, they had either been smiling or crying. It was the alleyway of their secrets, and the deep feelings they couldn't, and wouldn't tell each other. He didn't want to worry her, and she didn't want him to worry.
They spun on the spot and landed safely on their back doorstep. Ron held the door open and walked her through to the lounge room and settled her on the couch before he went to the kitchen to put the kettle on. He was leaning over the sink, deep in thought. Why was Hermione so frightened? What was she feeling that made her scared it was too long of a time gap? He was about to turn around to question her when he heard a faint tap tap tap on the window. It was one of the Weasley Owls. He opened the window and the owl flew in and dropped the letter on the table, and flew back out.
"Stupid thing," Ron muttered. He fixed the two mugs of tea and walked through to Hermione to hand it to her. "Hermione, tell me why you are so worried. Do you feel okay?"

Hermione took his mug and thought about how to respond. Did he think she felt sick again? "The drugs have really mushed up my insides. Of course I don't feel okay. I just want to have enough energy to get out of bed in the morning without help, and I'm sick of having to take three naps during the day because I can't keep my eyes open," she said, starting to raise her voice. She stood up quickly, feeling light headed, swaying on the spot. Ron stood up to help her steady but she pushed herself away and walked up the stairs, a bit quicker than she ever had in the past few months. She reached the bathroom and slammed the door behind her. What was going on? Why was she taking her fear out on Ron? It wasn't his fault. She sat down on the edge of the bath and started to cry. She was so scared that the cancer would come back. If it did, she knew it would be even harder to treat which would probably mean worse side effects and longer recovery. Well, that was IF she would recover. What if the treatment just did nothing? What if just one cancer cell was being produced right now? Then in one month it had spread. That would be one month of that cancer having free space throughout her body with no drugs. One month, what would her prognosis be? How could James change the times when she was so scared? She felt so confused, and had so many questions buzzing in her mind. She climbed into the dry bathtub and fell asleep.

What was wrong? Ron paced up and down the corridor outside the bathroom trying to find the words he needed to give her. But he had none. He didn't know anything about what she was feeling, she never told him. He didn't know anything about Cancer, still, or the treatment, or why James had stretched her blood testing times, or anything. He just had no idea. Giving up, he turned around and walked downstairs. He cleaned up the mugs and cleaned the kitchen. When he turned to try talking to Hermione again he noticed the letter. "Forgot about you..." he muttered. He picked it up and unrolled it.

"Ron, Hermione, please come over. Something has happened..." wrote his mother.

Poor Hermione
but what happened??? why the note??
I NEED to know! hehe
Pams
~Sam~

You'll find out soon

Oh no!
The cancer had better not come back! I don't think I could handle it.
Poor Hermione, she has no clue what to do and is scared. And poor Ron, he has no idea what's going on.
Uh-oh, that letter cannot be good. Who? What? How? Where? And when? are the only questions I have.
Great post Jess! And I want more!
-Rachel

How could I didn't realize that you'd posted the next chapter? need to subscribe this I think

Oh no, what will happen with her and Ron? and why did Molly write to them? *waits for the next chapter patiently*

Hehe Rachel, that's... not many questions at all I know what's going to happen but I just need to write it all down Hopefully it won't take a month or something like they seem to be now

Hehe maybe you should subscribe Awh I want to know exactly how it's going to happen! I might get around to writing more on the weekend after I submit my assignment

Wow sorry for my lateness the chapters I missed wee amazing!!!!!!!!!!!
Cant wait for me and cant wait to learn what happened?

Great chapter! Haven't commented in a while, but this story's really good pams!

Last Updated: 06/06/2012

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Chapter Twelve: Part Two
Bad Luck Rising

Ron looked at the note.

He read it.

Again.

Turned the page over, frantically.

Frowning.

Swallowing the lump in his throat.

Heart pounding in his chest.

Panic.

"HERMIONE!" He yelled, running up the stairs. He started knocking on the bathroom door until he felt the little metal lock click and the door opened.
"What?" Hermione asked, looking very sleepy.
He handed her the note, and she read it. "What... what is it?" she asked looking back up at him.
"I don't know," he replied, grabbing her hand and rushing down the stairs. He handed Hermione her coat and together they walked to the Burrow.

Molly was pacing from the kitchen to the front door, tissue balled up in her fist, worry set in stone on her face.
"Mum, what it is?" Ron asked, walking over to her.
"It's... oh it's your father," she said, tearing up. "He's just... rushed to.. Mungo's."
"What happened?"
Molly tried to compose herself, but failed. She sat on the arm chair and sobbed hard.

A small group of people entered the lounge room from the kitchen. Hermione and Ron looked up to see Harry, Ginny, George and Bill.
"Will somebody please tell me what happened?" Ron asked, frantically and starting to get frustrated.
"Dad just collapsed about two hours ago. Some healers came to see if they could treat him here but they couldn't so they apparated him to Mungo's," Harry explained.
Ron shook his head. What did they mean collapsed? "Just... collapsed? What from? What is wrong with him?"
Harry shrugged, "We haven't heard anything. We were waiting for you to get here before we went to Mungo's to ask about what happened."
At that very moment, an owl, beautiful and official looking, swooped in through the window. It perched on the coffee table, holding out its leg. Harry stepped forward to get the letter, and pulled some coins out of his pocket.

"The family of Mr. Weasley,

I am writing to let you know the patient is critical but stable, he is currently situated on the Third Floor after having been injected with a muscle paralyser by an unknown plant. The healers of this floor have removed the plant venom and the said patient is now being observed for complications of the venom.
You may visit, however we ask that you limit visitors to two at a time due to the patients critical condition.

Sincerely,
Head Healer, Bongo Houston"

There was a mixture of alarm and relaxation within the room. Harry, Ron and Hermione were relaxing at the news, however Molly, Ginny and George, who were there at the time, were more alarmed.
"Come on, mother, I'll take you to see him," Bill said. Everyone nodded their approval. They watched as they departed to Mungo's through the Floo network.
Ron sighed out loud, rubbing his face. He slumped down in the chair and felt the exhaustion run over him. Why was so much happening? The past two years had put a lot of stress on him. Dealing with Hermione's illness frightened him but he put on a brave face. Now, facing his father's health. He had no idea what kind of plant would have a muscle paralysing venom. Or what long-term effects the venom would actually have on his father.

Meanwhile, Hermione had snuck upstairs to the bathroom. She still felt high with panic as she thought about not seeing James for an entire month. She didn't feel this anxiety when the blood tests were moved to fortnightly, either. Frustrated, she stood up again and went downstairs to join the others. They were just sitting around waiting for Molly and Bill to return. She sat next to Ron and fell asleep on his shoulder.


Hours later, after the occupants in the lounge had all fallen asleep where they sat, Molly and Bill returned from the fire place. Molly was still sobbing, and even Bill looked like he was about to crack. They didn't attempt to keep quiet, not registering that everyone was sleeping right near them, which woke Ron and Harry.
"Mum, how is he?" Ron whispered.
"Oh, Ron. He's..." Molly couldn't get the words out.
"Not good, Ron. His body is still not recovering. They aren't sure if the venom was extracted quick enough, and they aren't entirely sure when it happened either so they aren't sure of how much damage the venom actually did. He's not breathing by himself, they've had to put charms on his body. And he isn't waking either."
Ron stood up quickly, unable to sit under the weight of everything normal being pulled from underneath him. He walked out the door and continued walking until he was right near the long grass. What had happened, why was he going through all of this? He felt like the tablets James gave him had stopped working. The woman of his life was sick, and now his father was sick. He was facing the unknown. Hermione - well, he had no idea if she would remain cancer-free. No idea whether the cancer would just appear again. No idea whether his father would open his eyes again. He sank to the ground, full of despair.

Oh my gosh, Jess!!!!!
Very well written.... other than the fact that I despise you for writing this () I absolutely loved it. It draws me right in.
I can't believe all of this is happening. Poor, poor Ron!
Write more!
-Rach

Last Updated: 02/01/2013