September
Lucy's Age: 16
I feel like my whole world has gone spinning out of control. I should have known something was wrong when Renworst started spending so much time in bed. He's always been as strong as an ox. Maybe if I'd told Geoffrey that Renworst needed to go see a doctor sooner than I did, things wouldn't be so dire right now.
Renworst has cancer. There, I said it. Renworst has cancer, some kind of bone marrow cancer, and he's been going through chemotherapy for the last few weeks. Everything at the apartment is all turned upside down. We have a full-time nurse now, Janie, who watches Renworst pretty much around the clock to make sure that his vitals don't drop suddenly.
I've learned more medical terms over the last month than I ever even knew existed. I even know how to use about half of the medical equipment that has taken over Renworst's room and half of the living room, but I still feel so helpless.
Renworst was a complete jerk for most of the time we've been together, but he's actually been pretty nice over the last couple of years. Not only that, he's all I really have. Ever since Geoffrey took me away from Mrs. Agosti, Renworst has been the one constant in my life. Tutors came and went over the years, and Geoffrey wasn't much better, so it was always just Renworst and me against the world. In a lot of ways Renworst has been more of a father to me than Geoffrey ever has.
I have to keep reminding myself that the doctors are still optimistic. They say that there are still a number of different drugs and procedures that we can try, which means it's way too soon to give up hope. Renworst just looks so small and frail lying there in his bed hooked up to all of those monitors.
Geoffrey was around a little more than normal at first, but now he's around a lot less. He's cut out our training sessions, running, everything. He's off playing James Bond or business tycoon or something and is just leaving me here by myself to help Janie make sure that Renworst gets to the hospital three times a week so the doctors there can review his progress.
I kept saying that I wanted to get out more, but this wasn't what I wanted. I'd gladly spend the next six years locked away inside the apartment if it would mean that Renworst would be okay.