"What do you mean she might not survive this?" My widened eyes bore directly into the doctor's own. My grip on his shirt tightens with each passing second.
I just need him to confirm that I heard wrong. If not, I will go crazy at this point.
"Can you please let go of my shirt, ma'am?" he pleads.
"Not until you answer me with something different. Tell me that my mom is going to come out of this healthy and hearty."
He gently takes my hands away. "I'm sorry, but I can't. The latest test results show that the cancer cells are spreading faster than we initially anticipated."
As if sensing that my legs are about to give up on me, my step dad rushes closer to me and holds onto my back for support.
"C'mon Sarah, your mom needs you to take this news well."
"And how am I supposed to do that? She is dying. We are literally losing her."
