VNot only was he taller than me by several inches, but he was also much heavier than me. I couldn’t stop his fall in time. He bumped his head, whereas I sprained my leg.
That day, Brianna slapped me and locked me into the small guest room. Ethan was taken to the hospital.
After the check-up, he was found to be alright. In fact, his once-compressed optic nerve showed signs of healing. Even the doctors said this was a blessing in disguise and he might recover his sight in no time.
On the day he was discharged, his eyes could indeed sense a faint light.
I was released from the guest room. For the first time ever, I was treated like his wife.
They got me a private doctor to treat my leg. The housekeepers prepared my meals and did my laundry. From that day onward, Brianna stopped asking me to do those tiring chores, and I started having allowances.
I learned a massage technique from the doctor and helped Ethan massage his eyes every single day.
Finally, I could finally have a life like everyone else.
During Ethan’s first follow-up at the hospital, his eyes could already differentiate darkness and light.
As I’d been coughing for more than a month, I did a check-up at the hospital too.
A month later, Ethan went for his second follow-up. He could start seeing blurred, overlapping images by then.
Meanwhile, I received my medical report. The doctor suggested I undergo a biomarker screening for lung cancer and a case biopsy.
I didn’t know how I completed the examination and returned to the Sadler residence.
The Sadlers were happy to learn that Ethan’s condition was improving, but I returned to my room with a numb expression.
All I knew was that I had contracted lung cancer, and my days were numbered.
But I was only 28! I hadn’t lived my life to the fullest!
I refused to believe it. While Ethan was in a good mood, I got his consent to leave the house and did another check-up in another hospital.
However, I had to accept the reality. The results of the medical check-up were exactly the same as the previous one.
Another month later, Ethan went for his third follow-up. The blood clot compressing the optic nerve had dispersed. He could now perceive another’s figure. The doctor said he could soon see again.
Meanwhile, I was diagnosed to have contracted end-stage lung cancer. The cancer had spread across half of my lungs.
