Wrestling ONE SHOTS and IMAGINES

30 Roman Reigns (Part 3 for #28)

For a month now, Roman and I have been going from specialist to specialist. I was subjected to countless tests and examinations. Always with the same result. Everyone was convinced that they could not help me. It was frustrating. 

Within these four weeks my condition has rapidly worsened. Due to the growth of the tumor my vision was slightly reduced and I always saw blotches. My head now permanently felt like it was going to explode at any moment. Even without the side effects of chemotherapy, I was constantly tired, had no appetite and was always dizzy. My concentration also began to suffer. Whenever I tried to read something, I had to read the same sentence five times. And as if all this wasn't bad enough, everything fell out of my hands.

I was ready to give up and surrender to my destiny once again, but Roman would not let me. He was convinced that we would find the right doctor. He had faith. On top of that, he was stubborn and did not accept my no as an answer.

That was the reason why we were currently on our way to Switzerland. Apparently there was a particularly good neurosurgeon there. But I wasn't impressed because secretly they all thought they were the best. Each of the six doctors we've seen recently claimed to be the best in their field and in the end they couldn't help me.

After discussing it for hours, I gave in and agreed to go to this last doctor. If he thought there was no hope for me, that would be it. The end of the road. Because even if Roman wouldn't accept it, we were running out of time and we were running out of options.

I didn't mention it to Roman or the doctors, but deep down I felt that I didn't have as much time left as everyone thought.

We arrived in the early morning in a super fancy private clinic in Switzerland and I was again subjected to countless tests, scans and other examinations. When we sat down with the doctor to discuss the results, he had a message that caught me completely unprepared.

"Now Miss L/N, after looking at all the results of our tests and those of my colleagues, I believe I can remove your tumor." I thought I heard that wrong.

"But it is more than just risky. There are dozens of things that can go wrong during this surgery, but the tumor seems to be well isolated even if it is located in a place in your brain that is very difficult to access. Nevertheless, I would be willing to take the risk if you are willing to take it. And Miss L/N, I really don't want to sound insensitive, but this is probably your only chance, because otherwise you will die anyway," said the doctor and although it may sound a bit rough, he was right.

I looked over at Roman and he had an expression of hope on his face. He squeezed my hand that he had been holding the whole time. It was like he was telling me that I had to make the decision. I briefly closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Okay, doctor. Tell me how you're going to get this thing out," I said to the doctor.

"Without going into too much detail, we will have to open a large part of your skull and carefully push your brain aside with dull tools to get to the tumor. Then when we get there, which will be the more difficult part, we will try to cut out the whole tumor and separate it from the blood supply. Of course, this is all much more complicated than it may sound at the moment, but I will try to explain it as simply as possible. If we succeed in removing the tumor, the area where it was located will be rinsed with a chemo solution to kill all remaining cancer cells" he continued.

"As I said in the beginning, there are infinitely many things that can go wrong. Among others the loss of senses, speech or motor skills. And of course you could also die during the surgery. Again this is not only your best chance, I'm afraid this is your only chance," the doctor said.