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Chapter 6:

Chapter 6:

“How is he?” I asked the maid. I couldn’t even think straight.

 “He’s fine for now, how did you get here so fast? I thought you wouldn’t come because you didn’t care…” She said.

 “I stole my friend’s bike and rushed here. He’s still my dad at the end of the day; I can’t ignore it when he-“I got cut off when the doctor came out.

I peeked through the window glass that separated us and my dad.

“How is he, doctor…?” I asked him while trying to get his name as well. It’s better than addressing him as doctor, doctor, doctor.

 “Dr. Kim, and I think we should go to my office to discuss this. It’s quite complicated.” He looked at me and my maid.

I didn’t like what I was going to hear, nor was I prepared.

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 “Please mentally prepare yourself for this; it’s not the best thing to hear about after such an incident.” Dr. Kim said.

  We both nodded, “We’re ready.”

“Okay.” He took a big sigh and pulled out some x-rays. He let out another deep sigh. All I could do was just look at him, hoping for him to tell us quickly.

“Mr. Takero Seto came for a full body check up two weeks ago and the results came out yesterday, what happened today was not a seizure – it was a heart attack. It most likely happened after he heard the news. He’s diagnosed with a brain tumour in his frontal lobe, and alcoholic cardiomyopathy.”

“Can you explain what that alcoholic thingy was, my dad doesn’t drink.” I said.

The maid coughed. I glared at her, “He drinks?”

 “A terrible lot, he didn’t let you know though – he didn’t want you to know…”

“Uhm, yeah can you explain more about both of the things?” I said

“Alcoholic cardiomyopathy is a disease caused by long-term abuse of alcohol and will eventually lead to heart failure if he doesn’t stop. As for the brain tumour in his frontal lobe it is what it’s said to be. A tumour, it’s in the area that controls his personality, thought, memory and behaviour.” He said, and then continued. “Your father came to us telling us that he’s feeling weak on one side of his body and had difficulty walking. He also emailed me saying his vision gets blurry but he thinks it was because of his lack of sleep, then he went on to talk about his sense of smell was getting worse.” He looked at the maid who was already in tears, she left the room. Leaving me alone with him to listen to all of this.

“Are you alright? Should I stop?” He asked me, he had sincerity in his eyes.

 “I’m fine, please continue.”

 “Well, the tumour has many symptoms, he will experience changes in personality, behaving in ways he wouldn’t usually b, lose interest in live, have difficulty organising or planning, become aggressive, get weak in a part of the face or one side of his body, have difficulty walking, a loss of sense in smell and have problems with his sight or speech. You father has most of these symptoms, including all the serious ones.”

He continued his long speech that I was getting tired of listening to, “As for the alcoholic cardiomyopathy – which I’ll shorten to call heart disease has caused him to get some light swelling at his ankles and much more of the symptoms.”

 We went on to talk about how we would help him, and if he needed an operation or not. Then went to visit him.

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