"What… what does that mean?" Ann's voice was weak and scratchy, maybe because she hadn't spoken in a long time, or maybe because her body was still very weak. Her voice was so quiet, you had to lean right in to hear her clearly.
"It means your liver cancer... it's gone. Cured." The doctor leaning over her was all smiles, almost like he was taking credit for it himself.
Cancer? Cured? She wasn't going to die? Her poor granddaughter wouldn't be left alone... The reality hit Ann like a wave.
Her hands trembled as she flexed her fingers, finally looking at the doctor with glasses who had spoken. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you, thank you so much!"
"Oh, it wasn't me," the man said, scratching his head a little awkwardly.
"Then... could you please tell me which doctor...?"
