On /x/ where i spent most of my days, i found a thread of making stories randomly about pictures we found on google images, mine, choosen randomly by mighty google, was about breast cancer.Wow, it was heavy, it have impact on me for people i know. i could ditch it and find something lighter to write about, but damn, i decided to write a tale about it, and i hope it help people, or at least distract them a little.
EXAM.
A sign in the door and a small but tidy clinic: that was Dr Margot’s oncology clinic; every day people would cross those doors with the weight of the word “cancer” over their shoulders. Some would leave relieved, others don’t.
Dr Margot, or Meg, didn’t choose this line of work for the pay or the thrill; it was her way to compensate the world for saving her mother of a tumor which everyone said was incurable. It made of her an excellent oncologist and human being, who would fight for patients even after they gave up of themselves. Her struggle saved many lives, but always had those who couldn’t be saved.
One of those patients was Annabelle Davidson, a young girl, who had a vicious breast cancer, that even with all Dr Meg dedication, died in a rainy day.
That death had great impact over Dr. Meg, once she and Annabelle, both strong women, shared many similarities and end becoming great friends. To Dr Meg, losing Annabelle, or Ann was like to lose a dear sister.
Meg was devastated and decided to take a break of everything, family, friends and work, and she clearly needed that break, once her vision was getting blurred more and more at work, and she start having horrible nightmares.
In those nightmares she would see her best friend Ann be devoured by a deformed tumor, who growth bigger than both women. Ann would cry for help, but something was holding Meg away from her. She would wake up washed in sweat and cry for hours.
It was when strange things started to happen to Meg:
Shadows would appear and disappear in front of her any time of the day or the night. She would wake up cold and afraid, and even heard strange noises.
One day, she was washing her face in the morning, and she clearly saw in the mirror a shadow moving behind her.
-Is anyone there? Please…?
But no one replied. She would search the house and find nothing, what only made her more and more nervous. At night she would wake up and see shadows dancing around her, sometimes just illusions, others very real. Her friends tried convince her to see a psychologist but she refused:
-All I need is to go back to work.
And so she did, and for a while it worked fine. No shadows or nightmares, just work, until a day when she saw someone dressing white entering her office. Used to see her assistant going in or out from her office all day long, she didn’t find it conspicuous at all.
-Helen! Leave the paper work and come have some coffee is fresh!
When her assistant appeared behind her, from the reception.
Meg frozen instantly and holding her assistant Helen hand tightly, rushed into the office, to find nothing.
It was only the beginning: soon the strange events started again, and stronger than before. At the clinic or home, shadows and strange noised would haunt Meg, and soon Helen too.
It was when the haunting becomes scarier and more powerful. One day Helen arrived at the clinic earlier and found all patient files on the floor, not simple trashed around, but in perfect order. Unnecessary to say that Helen shut the door and waited for Meg, who almost fainted, was too much to bear.
But it wasn’t all, over Meg’s desk four files, Esteban, Mary; Xavier, Janice; Anderson, Victor and the file who hurt Meg the most, Davidson, Annabelle.
After that day meg closed the clinic and seek help from priests and mediums, even lost some money on the process, to have no return. It kept happening until one night she was looking at Annabelle pictures in bed, and simply slept. In her dream she saw Annabelle, beautiful and dressed in white, she tried to say something, but Meg couldn’t hear anything. Suddenly, a sharp pain on her chest, he look down and her body become a horrible mass of flesh, crushing her under it. She tries to escape, but all fail, until a hand appear and rescue her: Ann.
-Exam.
-Ann? I don’t understand!
-Exam Meg. Make the exam.
When she woke up, she had an ominous feeling, it was like something had took over control of her hands, she made a self exam searching for breast cancer.
Eight weeks later, Meg return to her clinic, where several friends, patients, colleagues and everyone she knew give her a huge “welcome home” party, after all, the clinic was the true home for Meg. There was many tears, but happy tears, because Meg had survived an very serious breast cancer, but now was back, good as new. Some scars, but she didn’t bother, she knew that as long she was alive, things would end well.
After the self exam, that literally saved Meg’s life, the haunting stopped, and Meg and Helen would smile every time someone asked about the “haunting on Meg’s Clinic” (Helen become a pretty good storyteller), and Meg would close her eyes and silently thank for her good friend, who had a pretty hard work to make a silly oncologist remember that she should take regular breast cancer exams.
-Ann, thank you so much!
The author of this work of fiction (me) would like to remember you, eventual reader, that cancer can be cured with early diagnosis. So make regular exams ( yes, I am a boring boy-scout, now go make your exams!).
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