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"Swarni POV"

Everything went to the toilet drain, whatever I ate. This past 2 weeks been nothing but horrible I can't sleep properly, I can't eat properly. I am feeling terribly tiered all the time. My morning routines has became the same, every morning I wake with the mouth full of puke and the entire day is spent to remove that ugly smell from my mouth.

By this time my focus has turned from my marriage to the more serious matter in the hand. So i've decided to took a cab to the hospital.

As I entered the building my mind immediately went back to the memories of loosing both my parents in the same building. My mother died from the long illness, one fine day she woke up and puked alot later we found that she was suffering from cancer. Doctors were positive that she would breakthrough this me and my dad both were so happy to bring her back home. But suddenly she was dead, gone in a thin air. Later my dad couldn't take this loss, and he died too.

"Mrs. Malik, your next. " a male nurse emerge the waiting room and called out my name. I stood up and walk to the door and my breath is stuck into my larynx when I saw what's written on the doctors cabin door

 I stood up and walk to the door and my breath is stuck into my larynx when I saw what's written on the doctors cabin door

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I couldn't move a bit it was like I was frozen in time. My worst fear is staring right at me. It was nothing, right!! I was just being me zoning out thinking every possible chance of not getting a cancer. I finally turned the knob of the door as I was called again by my married name.

"Swarni, long time no see!! I was wondering if it's the same little girl who used to bribe me with her cooked meals to make her mommy alright. " Same as I have remembered him. All cheered up always very optimistic. If someone doesn't know that he is a doctor, one can completely believes that he is a saint from himalayas. I smiled at him while launching into the chair on the other side of the table.

"Hello, doctor Irani. After what happened to mumma. I have restricted myself to revisit this place." and i can see the same sad smile on his face which I was used to get when my mother was still alive.

"So what do I owe you to visit me this fine day, young lady? " He asked me while clearing his throat. Immediately my fingers started fidgeting and I started feeling very nervous, but I took a long audible inhalation of oxygen and exhale the carbon dioxide from my lungs and directly looked into his eyes.

"I think I have a cancer. " There!!!, I blurted out this, call me stupid all you want but these are the same symptoms my mother experienced when we first found out about her cancer. "God forbid, swarni my child, why do you think like that? Show me your reports. " He was flabbergasted extended his palm in front of me. This make me feel stupid again.

"No I am not diagnosed yet. " I answered him while shooking my head in negative" But my symptoms are very much same as my mother. Like,I can't sleep properly, I feel tiered all the time, I can't digest anything, I will puke everything" The look on his face was now annoyed and funny "look so many sickness or diseases has a same sort of symptoms, this doesn't mean you have a cancer"

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