The Therapy
They were all in there, huddled together in a sofa. Three souls waiting, with their hearts thumping, for the doctor to arrive.
Emma’s dad was holding her hand. His other hand sometimes nervously wiped his face, sometimes, held her mum’s hand. She sat at the other end of the sofa.
Unable to bear the torture, he got up. Walked towards the window, looked out, then returned. Emma and her mum stared at him, speechless, tensed.
Six months of torment was finally culminating now. It had started with a cut on his thumb. The trickle of blood from the wound had refused to stop. A simple visit to the doctor led to further checks. Expert opinions were sought. Then they dropped the bomb. He had a cancer. Needed chemotherapy.
Now, after many rounds of it, he was bald. His muscular figure had emaciated. Worst, it had rendered Emma's loving dad moody and violent. Several times, he’d even attacked both of them. The house too bore the scars, with broken furniture, broken dishes, and torn clothes all over the place.
This couldn’t continue any longer. It had destroyed their lives.
But what if the treatment had to continue? What would they do? They couldn’t abandon him, but this couldn’t continue also. No way.
They hoped for better news. News that his cancer was cured. Or else, her mum had made her feeling clear to Emma last night. It’d be better for him to die soon. They both had tears in abundance when she said that.
They were all in there, huddled together in a sofa. Three souls waiting, with their hearts thumping, for the doctor to arrive.
Emma’s dad was holding her hand. His other hand sometimes nervously wiped his face, sometimes, held her mum’s hand. She sat at the other end of the sofa.
Unable to bear the torture, he got up. Walked towards the window, looked out, then returned. Emma and her mum stared at him, speechless, tensed.
Six months of torment was finally culminating now. It had started with a cut on his thumb. The trickle of blood from the wound had refused to stop. A simple visit to the doctor led to further checks. Expert opinions were sought. Then they dropped the bomb. He had a cancer. Needed chemotherapy.
Now, after many rounds of it, he was bald. His muscular figure had emaciated. Worst, it had rendered Emma's loving dad moody and violent. Several times, he’d even attacked both of them. The house too bore the scars, with broken furniture, broken dishes, and torn clothes all over the place.
This couldn’t continue any longer. It had destroyed their lives.
But what if the treatment had to continue? What would they do? They couldn’t abandon him, but this couldn’t continue also. No way.
They hoped for better news. News that his cancer was cured. Or else, her mum had made her feeling clear to Emma last night. It’d be better for him to die soon. They both had tears in abundance when she said that.
Labels: The Therapy
posted by Faris at 3:58 pm
2 Comments:
Okay. Good one but too sad for a Friday :P So tell me do you take from real life like I do?
I wrote this last night. I'm sorry didn't mean to upset your Friday hoolabaloo. hehe..I was watching this Canadian TV series called Degrassi, about High School, and on it, this teacher has to go through Chemo. Changes his personality. So after I finished watching it, I wrote it. Not based on real live.
Ops...there goes my secret.
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