I told my husband that I was sick and I was in danger of stopping walking – He left me immediately, not knowing how much he was going to regret him soon.

He looked happy. Careless. It was as if I had already become a distant memory for him.

I lay in my bed that night, staring at the ceiling.

Anger, the grief of love, the reality of my illness... all this was so overwhelming. But then, somewhere deep inside me, something has changed.

I had finished crying. I had finished feeling bad. I had finished feeling a victim of my own life. I had no idea what was going to follow, but whatever, I was going to deal with it according to my conditions.

A woman lying in her bed - Source: Midjourney

It was then that the unexpected happened.

A week after Tyler left, my doctor called me, looking troubled and full of excuses.

"Emily, I'm really sorry. We made a terrible mistake. "' says Dr Duncan.

"What? What do you mean? "aid asked.

“It turns out that the results of your tests have been mixed with those of another patient. You're healthy. We just need to focus on your calcium level. ”

A doctor who speaks on the phone - Source: Midjourney

"What? I repeated," I repeated.

"You're fine. You're very fit. And listen, I understand how traumatic in the last two weeks has been. So I'm going to give you free counselling sessions until you feel good. I can't imagine your mental state. If you want, I will make the recommendation and I will take care of everything else.

I had a hard time believing what I heard.

The relief invaded me, flooding my senses, but it was quickly caught up in something else.

A shocked woman who speaks on the phone - Source: Midjourney

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