Ophelia Mikaelson (Poly Mikaelsons)

Chapter 28 - Cancer Free

I am cancer free. 

I am a sobbing mess but I am cancer free. 

The day has finally come. 

Radiotherapy went beautifully well. I am pleased, my family are pleased and my doctor is pleased. I couldn't have asked for better treatment. I even got blood from a compelled nurse courtesy of Kol. 

When the results are given to us all, crowded into the small doctor's office, I break down on my knees. 

"I'm healthy, I'm okay..." I cry in utter relief, my stress washing away like a sand on the shoreline. My foggy mind finally clears and I feel more alive than ever before. I am okay. 

Luckily today there is no crying baby. We left Hope with Cami because we knew this appointment would cause emotions to rise to the surface, whether good or bad news. We knew we would cry. 

But it's good. 

I am well and I'm going to live. 

My family are in tears too. All of them. They shake hands with the doctor, hug each other and each one comes to me in turn. 

"I am so proud of you," Beks squeezes me tight and we stand like that for a moment or too. 

"Thank you for always being there for me," I answer back gratefully, remembering I need to talk to her properly about her chance at having her own child. At some point soon I will discuss it with her again, now she's had a chance to think. 

"I knew you were strong enough to beat it," Klaus pushes his sister out of his way and kisses me, thrilled by the news as well. 

Elijah is so choked up he can't get a word out but he presses his forehead against mine and it speaks a thousand perfect words. 

"It's over," I sigh in relief before Kol pulls me away, whinging about being last to kiss me. 

"I'm coming I'm coming," I laugh and his lips crash onto mine, our tears of happiness identical. 

The doctor smiles at us all, unbothered by our unusual relationship. I thank him a million times over before we head home, each of us quiet and simply appreciating what we could have lost. 

"I will never do dark magic like that again," I promise at a whisper, clutching Elijah and Klaus' hands tightly in mine as we walk down the street. 

Their shoulders relax further, thankful that I've recognised my stupidity. 

"Now I will help our daughter. She may or may not need a prosthetic but I'll be damned if I don't make the right choice with all the information for her." 

"We will help," Klaus nods and I expected as much. Family always comes first and we'll all do anything and everything for that sweet little baby girl. 

I ride the high all the way home, enjoying every second of fresh air and breeze on my face and arms. The chill doesn't bother me, in fact, I'm appreciative that I'm here to feel it. 

My mind is cast back to the treatment centre, how miserable and sick I was. Chemo and radiotherapy were brutal. The side effects, the lingering sadness, the death all around. It is heart-breaking to be in there. 

When I get home I donate a $1 million to cancer research, remembering the faces of the people I met during my chemotherapy. Especially those who didn't get to go home.

I am one of the lucky ones. I am here, with my family, when others are not. And deep down I know I don't deserve it like they do. I have lived more than my fair share of time. How is it fair that I keep on living when others do not?