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Subject: {ASSM} Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me, part 6 by Henrik Larsen
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Comments are very welcome. You can reach me either through assd or by e-mail 
at henlar@hotmail.com.


This story contains elements of explicit sexual nature.

If, for some reason, you feel offended by erotic stories, then I don't know 
why you have opened this one. Maybe to be offended, so you can complain 
about how awful it is that somebody writes stuff like this. If that's the 
case, my advice is to seek professional help. You need it. If you are not 
allowed to read stories like this, I will not be held responsible, if you 
choose to continue. But don't worry; it's all fantasy.

A great thanks to Terry Steyaert for editing.



Reposting or any other use of this story is strictly prohibited without the 
express, written permission of the author.

Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


Anna, Susan, Sandra, Sis, and Me. Part 6



Anna was a little anxious when she reached Susan and Sis' flat, unsure what 
mood Sis would be in. Sis was tough but the medical treatment she was going 
through could bring down even the best, especially because patients were 
already mentally weakened by the diagnosis itself. The news that you have a 
fatal disease was hard to handle for most people. Anna half regretted going 
alone. Martin knew Sis and knew how to cheer her up.

Anna needn't worry. Sis had a smile on her face when she opened the door and 
looked much better than could be expected. A scarf covered her head, 
concealed the lack of hair and made her look like a farm girl. It was kind 
of cute and suited her. The only noticeable difference was the missing 
eyebrows and lashes.

"Come on in. It so lovely to see you."

Anna looked around in the stylish living room, then out the window.

"Wow! It's really a posh flat."

"It's wonderful. I've always dreamt of a place like this."

"Martin wants a house, but if we could get something like this he might 
change his mind."

"Don't count on it. He hates flats."

"I know. The noise and always having to consider if the noise you're making 
bother the neighbours. Maybe that's the way it is when you've been living in 
a house. But you're so alone in a house. I don't know if I can get used to 
it."

"You will. Have you found a house?"

"No. We're looking, but we need to save up more for the down payment. It 
will be a year or so before we have enough. Our flat will have to do until 
then."

The tea was ready and Susan had baked a cake. At least Anna assumed it was 
Susan. According to Martin, Sis transformed a kitchen into a disaster area 
in seconds. The cake looked so tempting and Anna could not resist, even 
though she had promised herself not to become a compulsive eater, just 
because she was pregnant.

It was a delicious orange sponge cake. Anna savoured the small piece she had 
taken, considering if it would really hurt that much to eat one more later. 
Sis apparently loved the cake as well and was already on her second piece, 
her slices being almost twice the size of Anna's. When she saw Anna staring 
at her, she smiled embarrassed.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't eat so fast, but the chemotherapy spoils my appetite 
for over a week. I get nausea and can't keep anything in me. It's really 
awful, so I have to make the best of the week I can eat. In a few days I'll 
have the next treatment and then I won't be eating much for ten days."

"Right now, you look like you're doing okay."

Sis had just take a big bite of cake and had to chew it before she could 
answer. She chewed and chewed, but in situation like that, it always takes 
forever to get it down. Both girls laughed, and Sis almost choked in the 
cake.

"I try to keep myself occupied. If I have too much time on my hands, I start 
thinking. That can really can get me down, but all in all I'm doing fine. 
Susan has really been a great help. I don't know how she puts up with me 
when I'm really sick. I'll spare you the details, but I'm not sure I could 
do it without getting sick myself."

Anna shivered a little. She could imagine what it was like without a 
detailed description and agreed that Susan did an admirable job. They talked 
about Susan and her bad experiences with men in general, and her wicked 
uncle in particular. Anna asked Sis if she had suggested to Susan to seek 
professional help.

"Yes, I have, but Susan doesn't want to. She wants to deal with it herself 
at her own pace. She doesn't want some shrink to bring up things that she 
has spent years to suppress. Maybe she's right. She's much better now and 
still making progress. She's talking about it now, slowly getting rid of the 
guilt and shame. It looks like she's genuinely enjoying life now. If only I 
was... never mind. How are you doing? There's not much to see yet."

"I'm doing fine. I have a little morning sickness and I'm more tired, but it 
will pass. I know from some of my friends that it could be much worse," Anna 
smiled timidly. "My greatest worry is ridiculous, really. They say a first 
time pregnant often have little to show for it the first three or four 
months. I guess it will be at least another month before it will show. I 
know it's silly but I can hardly wait. It's like... I want all the world to 
see, now."

Sis suddenly looked thoughtful and sad.

"You know, until they told me that I might not be able to have children 
after the treatments, I never thought I wanted children. Maybe it's because 
you always want what you can't have."

"Don't give up all together. They did say that you might not be able to have 
children, not that you couldn't?"

"I don't want to get my hopes up too high. I'll have to wait and see. I have 
to get over it, first."

"You will."

Sis nodded and tried to smile. Silence followed. Anne wished Martin was with 
her. He was so much better at this sort of thing; talking about the illness, 
death and life, cheering up Sis. "Please don't cry," Anna was repeating 
inside her head again and again. The seconds felt like hours while Sis was 
fighting the tears. Not knowing what else to do Anna got up, sat down next 
to Sis on the couch, and hugged her. It was instinct more than a deliberate 
act. Only a shiver revealed that Sis was crying.

"Sorry. I thought I was done with that." Sis sat up and dried her eyes. 
"Everything is cool. I know what I'm facing, and then suddenly feel so 
scared. I feel I'm going to die and there's so much I want to do. I fight it 
but it comes back when I least expect it."

"You are doing so fantastic, but you're allowed to cry and be scared, too."

"I know but it makes Susan worried. She has enough to deal with already. I 
can't ... I don't want to be scared. I wanna live. I do believe I'll beat 
it. The doctors say I will almost certainly, but sometimes that little 
'almost' gets to me. I can't explain it. Just happens."

"You will be okay. Martin said you're responding well to the treatment. Hang 
on in there."

"Damn Hodgekin's. I don't want to talk about it now. Think positive 
thought's Sis!" She straightened and smiled, more convincingly than before.

"They can actually be quite funny at the hospital. When I was going to have 
the first treatment, Susan and I were in the waiting room and they called 
people by name. When they called Grete Petersen nobody responded. We were 
only five people there and we all looked at each other. The nurse called 
again and it wasn't until the third time I realised it was me. So, I asked 
the nurse if she could change the name in my journal to Sis. I've never used 
Grete and I hate that name. In the ward, they all called me Sis. I thought 
they had put it in as my first name, but this nurse looked at me as I if I'd 
said something very naughty. Under no circumstances could she change that. 
It could cause all kinds of complications. I couldn't really figure out why, 
because for all other purposes they use my social security number and I told 
her so. She almost threw me out, but the doctor came along and saved me. I'd 
love to see that nurse's face when she see the note the doctor put in: 
"Patient prefers to be called Sis instead of Grete."

"Martin never told me your name was Grete."

"Well, I try to keep it a secret, but I thought he had told you. When we 
were younger and we were fighting or arguing, he calls me Grete."

Anna giggled. "I take it you won't be honoured if we name the child after 
you, if it's a girl?"

"Dead right. So, what about the house?"

Anna was relieved not to talk about hospital and illness and embarrassed 
that she was. It was good for Sis to talk about it, get it out in the open, 
but Martin had spent hours talking with her, Susan too, and they were much 
better at it than she was.

"We need more space. We are saving a fair amount of money each month after 
Martin gave up his flat and moved in with me. Hopefully we can buy a house 
before the baby's first birthday."

"But you prefer a flat, right?"

"Yeah. The thought of being alone in a house scares me a little, but I guess 
I can get used to it. I know Martin wants it really bad. A garden with a 
sandpit and lawn for the baby to play on would be nice. A lot easier than 
going to the playground in the park, too. The sandpit in the park is not 
covered and you never know how many cats, dogs and foxes have used it."

"God, I never thought about that. It must be because I grew up on a farm 
with no sandpit but a lot of animal shit."

They both laughed. The bad vibes were gone and didn't return that afternoon, 
but on the way home Anna thought a lot about how terrifying it had to be to 
face a potentially terminal disease. The mere thought made her stomach 
tighten in a cold knot. She wanted Sis to get well right now. There were no 
degrees of damage, it was full recovery or nothing, and even then there was 
the risk of the disease re-emerging. It could be years. How could anyone 
stand to live knowing this?

Martin was home when she returned and he was quite cheerful.

"So, how was my favourite sister doing?"

"She was doing just fine. Susan had baked a lovely cake."

Anna left it there. Martin had enough to deal with already to tell him about 
Sis' fear and her own worries.

"And how is my soon to be wife doing?"

"I'm doing fine."

"I had an offer today that may mean we can move a little faster than 
expected."

"An offer?"

"One of the guys from the office has a friend working at the swimming bath 
and he's going in for a planned operation of some kind. Anyway, he'll be 
away for two months. I can have his job. He doesn't work full time: four 
days from five to nine and every other Sunday. It will give a good sum for 
the down payment on a house. That is, if you think it's a good idea."

Anna knew the house meant a lot to Martin and the more she thought about it 
the more the idea of a garden appealed to her, but working two jobs would be 
pretty hard for Martin.

"Can you handle two jobs? I don't want you to collapse of exhaustion. Then 
I'd rather wait a little longer."

"No way. All I have to do it to be there and make sure people behave, you 
know, no running around the pool, things like that. It's a real easy job."

"Well, if you think you can handle it. It would be nice to get something 
bigger."

Martin put his arms around her stomach. "We might need a bigger bed. You're 
growing."

For once, Martin said the wrong thing at the wrong time. Anna suddenly felt 
weary and depressed.

"I'm only getting fat. I don't look pregnant at all. I'm sick in the morning 
and fall asleep over dinner."

"Hey. It's all right. You will look fabulously pregnant in a month or two 
and it's only natural to be tired. You have to sleep for two now."

In a way she knew he was right. It was wonderful to have a future husband 
who understood these things, but it was still annoying. She fell asleep on 
the couch every evening and in the morning she felt sick. It was over a week 
since they had made love and it was her fault. She was too tired. Not that 
Martin blamed her or complained but she missed it, too. A month or two 
seemed an awful long time go wait to become pregnant the way she had 
imagined it to be.



End of part six.














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