After the doctor finished explaining my mom’s condition, I left his office and stayed by her side until late afternoon. When it was finally time to go, I headed over to Deanna’s hospital to find her.
“Can you write me a prescription?” I asked as soon as I walked in.
Deanna barely looked at me, her expression stormy. “You promised you’d come last time. Why didn’t you?”
I knew exactly what she was talking about. If I started treatment, I wouldn’t be able to take care of Darleen. She still wasn’t stable, and she needed me.
“I’ll think about it once Darleen’s a little better. Honestly, I’m not really feeling any symptoms right now,” I said, trying to sound casual.
The illness had been caught early. If I hadn’t gone in for that check-up, I probably still wouldn’t know about it.
Deanna’s face darkened even more. “It’s not about when you found it. The point is, your condition was already serious when they did. You’ve let something with a seventy percent cure rate drop down to forty. Are you okay with that?”
What was I supposed to say to that?
I lifted my shirt, pointing at the scar on my side.
“I only have one kidney left, Deanna. I probably don’t have much time, and with this illness too, I can guess how things are going to end.”
She stared at the scar—ugly, long, almost like a centipede crawling across my skin. For a while, she didn’t say anything. She just stood there, silent and helpless.
She couldn’t figure out why life kept throwing this kind of fate at me. She wasn’t a miracle worker. She couldn’t save everyone. She couldn’t even save me.
Suddenly, she turned away. “Wait for me outside,” she said, her voice quiet.
I let my shirt fall back down and glanced at the clock. It was almost time for her shift to end.
“You working late tonight?”
“No. Why? Planning to take me out to dinner?”
I grinned. “Yeah, you caught me. So, what do you say? Have dinner with me?”
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