Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she did those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL 👼
My tumor was not in my brain when I first came here with Gwen, and it was deemed benign, meaning it wouldn't turn into cancer. Now it's malignant?
Oh no... It's going to kill me, isn't it?
He then takes out an x-ray image and gives it to me. A tear falls from my face as I take the image with trembling hands. My entire body shakes upon hearing the news. He shows me other images from different angles of the tumor.
I look at him with tears rolling down my face and ask if it can be operated on and cured.
"The tumor, it's inoperable," he says regretfully.
"And what does that mean for me?" I ask.
"You have at most 5 years left to live. Hopefully!" I feel my entire body clench, my stomach hurts, and my throat feels like there is something stuck in it.
My eyes sting with the tears I'm trying to hold back to prevent myself from fully breaking down.
"Could you at least try to remove the tumor?" I ask with a low voice that trembles with every word.
He just shakes his head. "It's a huge risk I am not willing to take."
However, he does give me medicine to help stop the growth and worsening of the tumor. That is all he can do.
After days of calling every doctor who could operate on me and sending my results, I don't find any doctor willing to take the risk.
Every doctor says the same thing... It is inoperable.
The position of my tumor is bad, and there would be huge risks in the surgery. No doctor wants to take those risks.
I've been wallowing in self-pity, and it gets worse by the day. When I talk to the last doctor on my list and get the same response, my heart shatters, and I have a full meltdown.
Even when I offer every last coin I have, his response is still the same. I stay in my room crying all day, wondering, what now? I have less than five years to live. What do I do now?
First, I go to the flower shop and buy my mother's favorite flowers, baby's breath. It has been two weeks since I visited her grave.
I get there, and the flowers I put there two weeks ago have dried up. I take them off the stone and place the new fresh ones. I light some candles for my mother.
Mum died from cancer when I was just 15 years old. Not just cancer, the doctors think the tumor in her brain drove her insane. So insane, she took her own life. Because, well, a brain tumor can cause mental issues. Will that happen to me as well? Will I too start seeing demons?
The person she chose as our guardian, who was also our only relative, Grandma, took me and my sister in. We have never met our father, and I don't even know if he knows about us. My grandma didn't really want to talk about him as much as I wished.
"Mum gave you a roof, education, and food. That's it. What more do we want? What do you need a father for?" she would say.
When we turned 18, we finally got access to what my mother left for us and also got to visit her in the hospital, only to find out she took her own life shortly after being admitted to the psych ward. That was when I left my grandma's and moved on on my own.
