Taylor's Diary

Blow

10.12.2013

I stood there, staring at the images the scan was showing, aghast. There surely must be something wrong with the PET machine. The last time I remembered, Sam had been completely cured of the disease. There was no way it must have come back and become -

" It's adenocarcinoma. Origin - Large bowel. Stage IV. Distant metastasis positive - organs involved: lungs, liver and yes, thebrain. Slim chances of survival, girl."

Every word which Michelle had robotically uttered hit me like a blow. I looked at her, and back again at the scan images on the screen. There must not be a bit of untruth hidden in what she had just said with a grim face, because Sam's every organ had lit up. His colon was the brightest, indicating the origin of the cancer and the massive damage it had done there.

"How?"

It was a question more to myself than to my radiologist friend.

"I'm sorry sweety, but it's it. Looks like he must have got it almost 5 years back. And at this stage, I don't think there's much we can do rather than to ease his pain..." Michelle was now a bit sympathetic in her tone.

Tears now sparkling in my eyes, I looked at Sam through the glass separating the scan room from us. How could I tell him of this? He had already been through pain before. How could I tell him that destiny had planned more pain his way? His eyes were still closed. But as if he knew I was looking at him, he opened them. I tried to smile at him through my tears. He smiled at me back. But surprisingly this time, his smile didn't reach his eyes... In fact , I could see glimpses of tears shining in them too.

******