My plans were sweating, my knees where shaking, I was so nervous. I started tapping my foot when Austin said, “Your making me nervous. Stop tapping.” Then he pushed my leg to the ground I told him, “I’m sorry that I’m making you nervous, but I’m nervous. We will already have to give up 5 memories just to pay for this visit, and if…” he interrupted me by saying, “No ifs. I’m going to be fine. We won’t have to worry about giving up any more memories, because we will find out we spent all these ones for nothing.” I never got to finish what I was saying, but it didn’t matter because they called us back to a little room to discuss the results. When we got in there we sat right beside each other I held his hand, and we both took a deep breath, as if it could make the results better. The doctor said, “Austin, I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to have to tell you this, but you do have cancer.” We looked at each other, we were both devastated, I asked, “What are the treatment options?” He replied, “Either he will have chemotherapy, and a stem cell transplant, or he won’t have anything.” I asked, “How much will it cost?” He said, “A lot, but it has a great chance for Austin to survive cancer, he will have a 87% chance to survive.” We shook our heads in understanding, we planned out when we would start treatments, and then we left. We had a lot to think about, do we have enough little memories to add up to pay for this, or are we going to have to use some of our biggest and best memories to pay for this? We went to the next appointment and the started hooking Austin up so he could start his treatment, and they pulled me to the side. “You need to make a down payment.”, one of the nurses said. I made the down payment it wasn’t as much as they wanted but it was still something. He came and got some of the treatment once a month, for 5 months. Then he got the stem cell transplant, and now it’s time to pay. After his surgery he was sleeping and one of the nurses said, “Payment time.” They weren’t happy that they had to take happy memories from people, but they knew it was what they had to do. I said, “I’ll pay for it.” Austin woke up and asked, “Hey what’s going on?” I said, “I’m just making a payment for your treatment. You can go back to sleep now.” He looked at me like I was stupid and said, “You aren’t supposed to be paying for any of this.” I said, “But I love you and I’d do anything for you.” He said, “I know you would, but you don’t have to it’s not your responsibility to.” I said, “I wish it was though, I love you. I’d rather give up all my memories of you and you be healed than keep my memories and you have to suffer through this.” He said, “I know but I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I let you do that, if you didn’t know who I was, then what’s the point of me knowing who I am. Without you there isn’t a me.” I was trying to choke back tears and I said, “Then I guess there is no you, I’m making the payment. It’s to be worth something. I love you and maybe one day I’ll find you again. As I walked out the room, I heard him saying, “Please don’t do this to me, and but this. Please I love you. I love you. I’ll never forget you.” I started to cry even more. The nurse asked me, “Are you sure you want to do this?” I choked on the words but I said, “Yes, anything for him. He’s worth it.”