Kiss and Cry Page #4

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want to do it anyway, it's okay.

I would've done this for

your mother, you know.

Aw, thank you.

Absolutely

not!

- I tried, guys.

- I can't do it.

You tried!

It was a good try!

The thing is

someone has to try it.

Come on,

oh, this is great.

Oh, my god!

I need time,

I need time!

Say goodbye.

- I'm so sorry,

- Mom!

Okay, fine,

whatever.

I can't do it!

Oh, my God.

Oh, you are the

best daughter ever!

- Riley, Sam,

- you get in here!

Come on!

I support

in so many other ways.

Yeah, me too!

Get out of here,

chickens.

Go watch your shows.

Oh, see how a man does it.

Bring it on, take some

notes and bring it on!

Taking one

for the team.

- He's gonna look weird.

- No, he's not.

- With a face like that?

- You sure?

- Anything.

- For my little girl.

I love you.

I love you.

You ready?

Okay!

I haven't done this before.

May, get in here!

She's on, she's on.

So how are you

dealing with all of this?

I decided to treat cancer

like a contact sport.

If I keep moving,

it can't get me.

- How do you stay.

- So positive?

Do you ever feel sad?

Yeah, I get sad.

- But life's too short.

- To be unhappy.

You can always

choose to be happy.

- What about people.

- With mental illness?

- Can they choose.

- To be happy?

Did they just ask Carley

a hardball question?

She's got this.

I know there are a lot of

people who are depressed

for reasons

they can't control.

But like any illness,

you can get help.

You just need support.

So if you know

someone who's ill,

you need to be there for them.

I couldn't have done it

without my parents...

my sisters, Sam and Riley...

and my boyfriend.

Ioannis, this girl,

she goes to your school.

Do you know her?

Umm, yeah.

Where's the goddamn

battery for this thing?

It's in my office.

Can we please

keep some semblance

of consistency around here?

What's wrong?

Just trying to document

our daughter's prom.

- You want help.

- With the camera?

- Nope.

- You got that.

Maybe Carley can use

some help upstairs?

Riley and Sam are up with her.

Oh.

Oh, okay.

Okay! Just,

okay, what do I need?

Okay, um, let me see.

Okay.

Your face.

You make these weird faces.

Carley?

Dad, one sec!

Okay, look.

Perfect.

Wow. Car,

you look amazing.

Thanks.

Okay, go, go, go!

I need to change.

Love you.

I love you.

Let me see.

I love you.

Screw it.

Hi.

She looks

beautiful.

You look gorgeous.

Thank you.

Don't cry.

Someone's here

to see you.

What?

Come on.

Oh, my God,

you look incredible.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Come here.

I was gonna get a corsage,

but I figured you were probably

pretty sick of flowers.

So I got you this instead.

The C stands for...

Cancer?

Carley!

- Oh, my gosh.

- What's wrong with you?

I'm kidding.

You are so weird.

It's beautiful.

Ow!

What is wrong with you?

- How much did you.

- Spend on this, John?

It's none of your business.

You have college next year.

- You have textbooks.

- And beer to pay for.

- You have to return this.

- No!

Return it!

Just let me put on

the damn necklace.

There's no way I'm

returning that.

Thank you, Mr. John.

Where are you taking me?

I'm not telling.

- Oh, my God.

- Come on. You're so slow.

I can't run

in these heels.

It's okay.

You look beautiful.

After they removed my tumor

people were always telling me

how great I looked.

They always leave out the "for"

"a person with cancer" part,

but it was still there.

I keep this picture to remind me

that this was the

worst I ever looked.

And when I woke up,

it the worst I ever felt.

John could have any

healthy girl he wants.

A girl he can

take out on dates,

not a girl who can

barely stand from chemo.

- That night I didn't think.

- About the fact.

That I couldn't eat cake

or that I couldn't dance

because I might faint.

Somehow it all went away

for one magic night.

It was perfect.

High school was over.

John should be getting ready

for the best years of his life,

not feeding a sick girl

watermelon popsicles

every time she spikes a fever.

Carley, I just... I wanna

know what I did wrong.

If it's the fact that I haven't

introduced you to my parents,

I can explain.

They're just so Greek.

- If they find out that.

- I have a girlfriend.

- They're going to start.

- Planning a wedding.

And I'm not joking,

all right?

I know I'm going to get better.

For the next little while,

things could get a lot worse.

And let's be real.

John can't fight

this battle for me.

For a girl who's always

trying to make people smile,

I can't be the reason

he doesn't.

- So you want to go riding.

- On Thursday, on Tuesday?

What do you think?

Can we go riding on Tuesday?

- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah, we should do that.

- 'Cause we didn't.

- Get to go last week.

Yeah.

That'll be good.

Yeah.

You have to brush up,

it's been a while.

Hi.

Okay, let's catch

up for a second.

So they originally thought

that my tumor was melanoma,

and it turned out to be

a clear-cell sarcoma.

So imagine melanoma

as a pack of rats

you discover nesting

in your garage.

Clear-cell sarcoma is worse.

Way worse.

Now imagine trying

to shoo them out,

- and discovering that.

- The only reason they're there.

n the first place is to

feed on a termite infestation

that's running through the

structure of your entire house.

Clear-cell sarcoma of

the trachea is so rare

that it makes me one in

three and a half billion.

- I'm glad you brought.

- Your family, Carley.

It's important for you to

have your support system

with you through the good

times and the bad times.

This... this is the former.

Sorry what's the latter?

- Is that the good times.

- Or the bad times?

It's good.

You're only the second

known case in the world.

But it looks like

the surgery was successful.

I'm cancer-free?

Technically.

I gotta say you're trending

in the right direction.

But, I'm going need to see

four clear CT scans from you

- before I'm ready to.

- Say that the chance.

Of regression has

dropped exponentially,

which is

our best case scenario.

I love you!

Whoa!

Oh, thank God!

Oh hey.

Sorry, I was just leaving.

I heard your good news.

Huh?

I heard your good news.

- As a science person.

- You should know.

That there's a whatever

percent chance it comes back.

You pretty much

hate me, don't you?

Is that you asking

for an opinion?

Come here for a second.

Look.

I'm sorry.

I know this might not seem

much to you right now,

but the only reason I said

those things to you is

because I've seen

way worse things come

from not saying them.

You know, it's twisted,

but someone in your position has

to not only look after

your own recovery,

but also the guilt of watching

your loved ones being sad.

The irony is that I work so

hard to keep people alive

and then they end

up hating me for it.

Are you okay?

You know, I'm on

hour 22 of my shift...

And my cat has been alone

for this whole time.

Oh, come on, it's my cat.

You wouldn't laugh if you

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