Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 40

Chapter 39: Cancer Is Progressing Faster

Cameron’s POV

Dr. Frank Mitchell’s office was on the eighth floor of St. Anthony’s Cancer Center of Excellence, with a view of Puget Sound that I suspected was meant to be calming to the patients and visitors alike. It wasn’t calming. I’d been sitting in the chair across from his desk for twenty minutes, watching him review Sedona’s file with the kind of blank look on his face that was something every doctor learned how to do, to avoid alarming his patients.

Frank Mitchell wasn’t just a specialist in his v=filed, our family also had the fortune of knowing him personally. He had been my family’s physician for fifteen years-Sedona’s too, before she left. He was fifty-four, silver-haired, and he was the kind of doctor who combined both medical knowledge mixed with feelings that was different from other doctors who preferred keeping things to a medical standard.

He was the type of doctor who remembered his patients’ names and their stories and didn’t talk to them like case files. Something to work, perform surgery on and move to the next number.

I’d chosen him for those reasons. Also because he was one of the three best oncologists in the Pacific Northwest and had direct connections to clinical trial programs at three separate research institutions.

He closed the folder.

The expression on his face was the one I’d been preparing myself for since Sedona’s call from the Chicago hotel room.

“Frank,” I said.

“Cameron.” He laced his fingers together on the desk,/measured. “I want to be honest with you about what I’m seeing here. Allow me to be blunt with you about this kind of thing, I do not want to give you any false hope.”

“Please.”

“The Chicago diagnosis was accurate. I have reviewed the scans attached to it, and it is consistent with what I know of stage three cancer. Stage three, as originally recorded, though looking at these most recent imaging scans-” He paused.

“There’s evidence of additional spread since the initial diagnosis. To be thorough, I’d want to run our own full body MRI scan, but based on what I’m looking at, we’re more likely dealing with stage four.”

The room was very quiet.

Stage four. I’d known it was a possibility-Frank had warned me on the phone before we’d arrived, had said the scans Cameron’s assistant had obtained from Northwestern had indicated that there were signs of progression, which meant the cells were moving faster than usual.

But hearing it said plainly, in this room with the Puget Sound outside the window and my sister back home who I had told her to have hope that we would win this fight…..

“She doesn’t know yet,” I said, my voice coming out with more steadiness than I felt.

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