She has experienced a severe stroke.
The doctor delivers the news and the room is quiet as she goes on, a kind empathetic smile on her face as she tells us the severe damage the stroke has caused.
Madame is silent, my fingers clasped tightly together and an indication of how this is all so hard to hear.
Life just got hard for her, as if she didn't have enough.
When the doctor leaves, I sigh as I look at her and she looks at the ceiling before turning her gaze to me. She doesn't have to say anything, I can see it in her eyes.
"We will get through this," I promise her.
She shakes her head, the only part of her body not paralyzed. From the neck down, she is now numb and in paralysis, which is the worst case of paralysis ever.
"I am now reduced to a bag of human flesh, useless to move and do anything. I might as well be dead and the only thing I can do is watch it happen," she says and I clutch her hand.
