"No response", I repeated , staring numbly at the confusing chart on the doctor's desk . "None".
"I'm so sorry", Dr Robertson responded. There's really no point in keeping you on the dark side any longer .
"But you assured me that it's the only way possible," it had to work, I can't die , not yet.
" Amanda , I have your latest lab results right here". she tapped the open folder .
" your white blood cells are continuing to climb . right now, the only thing Alemtuzumab is doing is decreasing your life span.
I could see my name at the top of the chart: Amanda Ann McCann. There I was , summed up lifeless in black and white. my height a little less than average. my date of birth, my weight, which had fallen from I'll like to lose 10 pounds to terrifying double digits. And, my diagnosis T cell prolymphocytic leukemia cancer . To me, it meant pink ribbon, surgical scars, and middle aged women without hair . I hadn't realised how the cancer could steal all my strength, my zeal, my dreams ,burn my fat and then consume even my muscles to feed itself as I wàsted away.
"There must be other things to try", I pushed further. "some other Chemotherapy?
"I'm very sorry, the Oncologist said again. "the other therapies were ineffective. that's why their use has discontinued, they simply don't prolong life . infact, on average, they shortened it. Alemtuzumab was our realistic shot".
I should get a second option or opinion, I thought. Except Dr Robertson was my second option. I'm at Cleveland Hulgo's private hospital, for Godsake, where else could I go? I thought silently.
'so', I said, "five months , then".
it could be that long, "Dr Robertson said carefully.
I felt the tears burning my eyes , and I blinked them away. "you promised me seven months-That wasn't even a month ago".
Dr Robertson had a bulletin board in his office wall. it was full of the happy pictures and notes from those He cured and even a felt grateful letter from those he hadn't. mine wasn't going to go there tho. I wouldn't know what to say.
Thanks for trying didn't seem quite appropriate enough. Anything more would have been fake.
"Amanda , cancer has a different rate of progression for everyone".
" I know, "I said, cutting her off. I was being unfair . I knew it, and it made me scream inside .
But I don't want to be fair, damn it, I just want to live. I'm turning twenty three in two months. I continued. I'm graduating from university of Cleveland in six months. I've applied for grad school".
"I know Amanda, and there was a genuine sympathy there, behind the professional walls that kept him insulated from all the people he couldn't save...
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