I believe we have a diagnosis. The doctor sounded serious. Mom and Dad looked nervous. Candace and Phineas were at school. I had a feeling it was something bad.
“The tests confirm that you have leukemia, Ferb. Acute lymphotic leukemia to be exact. You would be put on aggresive chemotherapy as soon as possible. Apparantly, your white blood count is dangerously high. It’s active and destructive.”
My heart started pounding. Cancer. I have cancer.
“We’re going to fight it.” Mom said in false confidence
“You’re strong and young.” Dad said in the same tone
“You knew, did’nt you.” I said quietly
“We did’nt want to tell you until the doctor was positive.” Mom said
“You should have warned me.” I accused
Then Phineas and Candace came in.