The days that followed Ethanʼs last doctor's visit were some of the hardest he had ever faced. You and him had both come to terms with the fact that he had only weeks left, and both of you tried to make the most of each day. But the looming deadline cast a shadow over everything, making it hard to focus on anything other than the ticking clock.
But then, something unexpected happened.
A week after Ethan had been told he had less than a month left, Dr. Rei called. You answered the phone, and as you listened, your eyes widened. "Are you sure?" you asked, your voice trembling with hope. "Yes, of course, we'll come in right away."
Ethan, who was sitting on the couch, looked at you with confusion. "What is it?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest.
You hung up the phone and rushed over to him. "Dr. Rei wants to see us," you said, your voice was shaking. "There's something new. He didn't explain everything over the phone, but he said there might be a new treatment option. It could give you more time, Ethan."
Ethan's mind was racing. More time? He had thought all hope was lost, that there was nothing more the doctors could do for him. He had come to terms with his fate, even if it still scared him. But now... now there was a possibility that he could have more time with you. His heart swelled with hope, even though he was afraid to believe it.
Both of you went to the clinic later that day, their hearts heavy with anticipation. Dr. Rei met you and him in his office, looking more optimistic than he had in weeks. "Ethan, I know we've had some tough conversations recently," he began, "but I've been reviewing your latest test results, and there's something I didn't expect."
Ethan and you exchanged nervous glances, waiting for the doctor to continue.
"The cancer is still progressing, but not as fast as we initially thought," Dr. Rei said. "There's a new experimental treatment that just became available. It won't cure the cancer, but it might slow it down. If it works, it could give you more time possibly even four more months."
Ethan felt a mix of emotions rush over him hope, disbelief, and a strange sense of relief. Four months wasn't much, but it was more than the few weeks he had expected. It was more time to live, to love, to be with you. And right now, that was all that mattered to him.
Your eyes were bright with tears, but this time, they weren't just tears of sadness. There was hope there too, fragile but real. "Four more months?" you whispered, as if saying it out loud would make it more certain.
Dr. Rei nodded. "It's not guaranteed, and there could be side effects, but it's worth trying. The treatment would involve a combination of new medication and some less aggressive chemotherapy. I won't lie it will still be hard on your body, but it could give you some quality time."
Ethan didn't need to think twice. "I want to try," he said, his voice firm. "I want more time."
You squeezed his hand, your eyes filled with determination. "We'll do it together," you said softly.
The next few days were a whirlwind of hospital visits, tests, and consultations. Ethan started the treatment as soon as possible, and though the side effects hit him hard nausea, fatigue, and bouts of weakness it was worth it for the chance of more time. He could see the hope in your eyes every day, and that was what kept him going.
As the weeks passed, Ethan began to feel a bit stronger. The treatment wasn't a miracle cure, but it slowed the cancer's progression, just like Dr. Rei had hoped. Ethan had more energy, and for the first time in months, he felt like he could do more than just lie in bed and wait for the inevitable.
You and him started checking off more items on the list. It took long walks in the park, holding hands while watching sunsets, and spent hours talking about everything you both loved. The weight of the illness was still there, but it didn't feel as suffocating. Ethan could breathe again, even if just for a little while.
One evening, after a particularly good day, Ethan and you sat on the porch, watching the stars twinkle above. Ethan had always loved looking at the stars, finding peace in the endless expanse. But tonight, seemed brighter, like there were sign that things were going to be okay, at least for a little while longer.
You leaned your head on Ethan's shoulder, your voice soft as you spoke. "I'm so grateful for these extra months," you said. "It's like we've been given a second chance."
Ethan nodded, though his heart was heavy with the knowledge that this time was still limited. "I am too," he said quietly. "But I don't want to waste it worrying about when it's going to end."
You lifted your head and looked at him, your eyes filled with love. "You're right," you said. "Let's not think about the end. Let's focus on right now."
And that's exactly what they did.
Over the next few weeks, Ethan and you lived as fully as you both could. Visiting the place where you and him had first date, rewatching the favorite movies, and spent every moment you could do both together. laughed, cried, and held onto each other with everything you both had.
Ethan still had bad days, days when the treatment left him exhausted and in pain, but the good days were worth it. The good days were what kept him going.
One afternoon, he decided to take a small trip to the beach with you. It was something he had always talked about but never found the time for. Now, with the extra months been given, he made it happen. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the salty breeze in the air it was perfect.
As you and him sat on the sand, watching the waves roll in, Ethan felt a sense of peace that he hadn't felt in a long time. He knew that the extra time wasn't forever, but he had learned something important: it wasn't about how much time you had, but what you did with it.
He looked over at you, your face glowing in the soft light of the setting sun. "I love you," he whispered, his voice full of emotion.
You smiled, tears brimming in your eyes. "I love you too, Ethan. More than anything."
And in that moment, sitting together on the beach, Ethan realized that no matter how much time he had left, both of you had already lived a lifetime's worth of love. And that, more than anything, was what mattered most.
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The Goodbye You Never Knew...
RomantikIn this romantic tale, a guy with cancer learns he has just eight months to live. Because he loves you and wants your time together to be happy rather than sad, he chooses not to tell you. You continue to love him while being unaware of his disease...