Chapter 5: Just Broke Down
{Jill's POV}
He's crying and I can't do anything but hold him. He's my little boy, and there's not thing I can do for him. I can feel his frame shake under my arms as he cries. I always though Randy was more like me than Tim. I mean, he's not interested in tools like Brad and Mark, or the hotrod. He's a middle child just like me. I can't believe this is happening. He's quieted and I feel him sniffle against me.
"It's all right honey." I murmur as he pulls away.
"Sorry mom." He says turning away from me.
"Don't apologize." I reply watching him wipe his hand across his eyes. "You just let it out."
"I'm going to go down to my room." I nod and watch him go. There's not much I can do for him, and I imagine he just wants to be left alone now. I go back to the table and begin to go through the pamphlets. If he was going to have to go through this, then I was gonna learn as much as I possibly could about it.
*****
Once everyone was home and the news had been spread we decided we should do something to try and take our minds off everything.
"Why don't we go out to eat?" Mark suggests.
"Polish food!" Tim cries immediately. I doubt anyone was surprised by that.
"Maybe we could just order in." Brad remarks his gaze zipping quickly to Randy, and then back to the table.
"Pizza?" I recommend.
"That sounds good." Tim agrees. He and the boys began to argue what they were going to get. Well with the exception of Randy, who's sitting quietly at the end. I don't think Tim or the boys noticed when he quietly got up and went into his room. When the pizza debate was over, Brad and Mark both glanced at me in question, as Tim dialed the Pizza place.
"Went to his room." I reply, busying myself with getting the dishes out. The two boys tromp down to the basement and Tim hangs up the phone.
"So, what exactly is gonna happen?" I sigh and turn to look at him.
"I don't know. It spread to his throat, and it showed signs of beginning to grow in the lymph nodes. But the doctor said that after part of the thyroid is removed he'll have to do chemo-therapy to try and kill the other strains." My voice cracked and Tim comes over and hugs me tightly.
"He'll be all right, he's a strong kid, and he's got the support of his family."
"Yeah, but what if....."
"There will be no if." Tim broke in, a determined note to his voice. I pull away and attempt to finish putting the silverware out. "How did he take it?" I flinch at the question.
"First shock, and then he finally just broke down." Tim nods. "I just can't believe this is happening."
"I know, but everything will turn out." I nod and sit down at the counter. Tim pulls up beside me and sighs. "So you'll never believe what happened at Tool Time today." Its an obvious ploy to get my mind on something other than what's happening.
"Really, what happened?" Tim launches into the description of how anything that could go wrong, did go wrong on the show. I nod and listen half heartedly as we wait for the pizza to come. I'm worried about my son. He hasn't said a word since his breakdown in the kitchen. We'd have to have a talk later, but now I'll concentrate on Tim, and wait for the pizza to come.
End of Ch5
{Jill's POV}
He's crying and I can't do anything but hold him. He's my little boy, and there's not thing I can do for him. I can feel his frame shake under my arms as he cries. I always though Randy was more like me than Tim. I mean, he's not interested in tools like Brad and Mark, or the hotrod. He's a middle child just like me. I can't believe this is happening. He's quieted and I feel him sniffle against me.
"It's all right honey." I murmur as he pulls away.
"Sorry mom." He says turning away from me.
"Don't apologize." I reply watching him wipe his hand across his eyes. "You just let it out."
"I'm going to go down to my room." I nod and watch him go. There's not much I can do for him, and I imagine he just wants to be left alone now. I go back to the table and begin to go through the pamphlets. If he was going to have to go through this, then I was gonna learn as much as I possibly could about it.
*****
Once everyone was home and the news had been spread we decided we should do something to try and take our minds off everything.
"Why don't we go out to eat?" Mark suggests.
"Polish food!" Tim cries immediately. I doubt anyone was surprised by that.
"Maybe we could just order in." Brad remarks his gaze zipping quickly to Randy, and then back to the table.
"Pizza?" I recommend.
"That sounds good." Tim agrees. He and the boys began to argue what they were going to get. Well with the exception of Randy, who's sitting quietly at the end. I don't think Tim or the boys noticed when he quietly got up and went into his room. When the pizza debate was over, Brad and Mark both glanced at me in question, as Tim dialed the Pizza place.
"Went to his room." I reply, busying myself with getting the dishes out. The two boys tromp down to the basement and Tim hangs up the phone.
"So, what exactly is gonna happen?" I sigh and turn to look at him.
"I don't know. It spread to his throat, and it showed signs of beginning to grow in the lymph nodes. But the doctor said that after part of the thyroid is removed he'll have to do chemo-therapy to try and kill the other strains." My voice cracked and Tim comes over and hugs me tightly.
"He'll be all right, he's a strong kid, and he's got the support of his family."
"Yeah, but what if....."
"There will be no if." Tim broke in, a determined note to his voice. I pull away and attempt to finish putting the silverware out. "How did he take it?" I flinch at the question.
"First shock, and then he finally just broke down." Tim nods. "I just can't believe this is happening."
"I know, but everything will turn out." I nod and sit down at the counter. Tim pulls up beside me and sighs. "So you'll never believe what happened at Tool Time today." Its an obvious ploy to get my mind on something other than what's happening.
"Really, what happened?" Tim launches into the description of how anything that could go wrong, did go wrong on the show. I nod and listen half heartedly as we wait for the pizza to come. I'm worried about my son. He hasn't said a word since his breakdown in the kitchen. We'd have to have a talk later, but now I'll concentrate on Tim, and wait for the pizza to come.
End of Ch5