Because of Ellison by Willis M.S

Author:Willis, M.S. [Willis, M.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2014-01-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Ellison

“I’m sorry to tell you this, Ms. James, but your father is a very sick man. The scans that we performed indicated that his cancer is metastatic; meaning, it’s traveled to other places in his body. He’s developed some tumors in his bones.”

My mind refused to process what the doctor was telling me.

“Well, okay, so what do we do? Does he need surgery, or chemo or radiation or what? I mean, whatever it is that’ll fix this, just go ahead and sign him up and tell me when to have him here.”

The doctor’s expression never changed. It was all business all the time with this guy and his face wasn’t giving away anything that he was thinking. I waited for what felt like forever for him to smile and tell me there was some ridiculously expensive medical procedure that would save my father’s life. I knew he would worry that I wouldn’t have the money, and I’d convince him that no matter what, I’d make sure the bill was paid. He was then supposed to smile and tell me that it was a common surgery and that any bonehead doctor could perform it because it was so simple, and I was supposed to breathe out a sigh of relief and know that my father was going to be okay. That’s how this was supposed to happen.

“I’m sorry Ms. James, but you’re father only has a short time to live. We could attempt to extend that time with a combination of chemotherapy and radiation, but it would only be an extension — not a cure.”

That was not how this was supposed to happen.

“What? So, there’s nothing we can do? You’re saying that my dad is going to die — no matter what? I just want to be perfectly clear on what you’re saying, because that’s what it sounded like you just said and there’s no way you can be saying that. It’s … you have to be wrong, right? There are other tests to make sure that we haven’t done yet, right? There has to be.”

I was begging. There was no other way to describe what I was doing at that point but to say I was begging. I could have dropped on my knees at his feet and it wouldn’t have made what I was saying any more like begging. That’s how much I was begging him with the questions I asked.

“I’m sorry, Ms. James. We haven’t told your father the diagnosis as of yet. He’s just now coming out of a mild anesthesia so you can go see him. You’re welcome to be the one to tell him what we found, or if you prefer, I can be there in a few moments to explain.

“No.” I shook my head. “I’ll tell him. It should be me that tells him.”

The doctor nodded and walked off leaving me standing in a waiting room with an audience of sympathetic family members of other patients looking up at me. I didn’t get angry with them for staring, though.

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