A terminally ill woman finds herself at the breaking point, and wishes for the end of the world. In answer, a mysterious man who acts as a messenger of doom between God and humans appears at her door.
This is basically the plot of the K-drama series...
You see me as I'm stumbling my way through the door
This liquor got me floating on some other plane
The room spinning around but you're my gravity."
Taylor's POV
"It's a glioblastoma."
Huh?
"You have multi-focal glioblastomas. They are the cause of your dizziness and vomiting."
Not even knowing what those exact words mean...glioblastomas? I just nodded along with what the doctor was saying and followed along with his hands that were pointing towards the scans of my brain.
"I will find out more with a biopsy, but the location of your tumors isn't ideal."
"I see...Do you perform the biopsy on the weekend?" Not seeming to be giving an emotional reaction, I asked the only important question I had in mind.
"No, I don't." The doctor sighed.
"How many days will it take to do the biopsy?" Here's my follow up question.
"It will take at least a week." He pointed his laser pointer at the scans.
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"That won't work." I softly spoke.
"Pardon?"
"Then I can't."
"Y-you can't do a biopsy?"
"No. I already used some of my vacation days, so I can't take a week off from work." I sound insane, but my boss will kill me before these gibosomething does. Even my doctor looked three times more concerned for me than when I first got here.
"Shouldn't you put your health first before your work?" Yes he was concerned alright.
"I'm..not sure. Anyway, I can't take a week off."
"Then, let's not do the test. If you get the surgery you'll have a year. Without it, you'll have at least 3 to 4 months." He was visibly disappointed. "And you won't be able to live normally for that year either. You may suffer from hemiplegia, a speech disorder, and a cognitive disorder as well. Getting a biopsy is risky enough." He added.
"It's risky?"
"Yes."
"Will I die?"
"...Yes."
All that could come out of my mouth was two simple words, as I couldn't really take a grasp of what's actually going on. I mean I was literally going to die no matter what I'll do.
"I see." I nodded while grabbing my tote bag, about to rise from my seat. I took a pile of arranged papers that were inside and handed it to my neurosurgeon. It was an event planning report.
