"Mrs. Ashford, didn't your family come with you?"
Mirabel was baffled. "Isn't it just a physical examination report? Do I need someone to accompany me?"
Not to mention her family... What other family did she have?
It was difficult for her mother to give birth to her, which lead to the death of her mother. Her father treated her as a tool for making money. Her brother even blamed her for her mother's death. And her lover... was robbed by her. If the doctor in front of her had not suddenly mentioned these two words, she would almost forget what "family" meant.
Mirabel was stunned for a moment before she shook her head and said, "I'm alone."
The doctor frowned, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and sighed heavily. His eyes were full of regret and helplessness. He handed a stack of test reports on the table to Mirabel.
"Mrs. Ashford, the results of the test are out. You have advanced stomach cancer."
He seemed to be pitying this young woman who had an incurable disease. His words and actions were very careful.
Mirabel held her breath. She took the test sheet and looked at the scores on it with a frown. She was not a medical student, but she could tell how serious the stomach in her body was.
In fact, she had noticed some symptoms a few times, but she didn't dare to think about it.
The doctor pointed at the picture and explained it to her in her ear one by one. Mirabel was in a daze and half of it was missing. She didn't have much time left, so she needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible for chemotherapy.
How long could she live in the late stage of stomach cancer? Mirabel knew this disease better than anyone else, because her grandfather had struggled in bed for two years and died.
The doctor kindly suggested, "Mrs. Ashford, please you will need to stay in the hospital for treatment as soon as possible."
"Then I'll stay in the hospital... Is it okay?" Mirabel's voice was hoarse and her expression was numb. She seemed to be asking herself.
The doctor didn't say anything more and just shook his head in embarrassment.
"Then I won't be able to cure him," she thought, licking her dry lips. She stood up and stuffed all the diagnosis books into her bag.
She stood up and thanked him, then turned her head and left the diagnosis room.
When she walked out of the hospital, it was raining outside. The rain was mixed with the cold wind, which was as painful as a knife when it blew on her face. Mirabel opened her bag and took out the umbrella inside. The rain was falling, and even an umbrella could not cover the cold.
The temperature of March was not very cold, but Mirabel's chill seeped out from her bones. Cold air flowed from her blood to her limbs and bones.
Her fingers were red from the cold. She held the umbrella in one hand and put her fist into her pocket with the other. However, she still felt that it was not hot.
Mirabel walked aimlessly. She turned the ring on her ring finger and looked at the dark sky. The sky in Brisbane City had become so fast. Before she could react, spring had arrived in the blink of an eye. Spring was supposed to be the season of all living things. Why was she going to die then?
Mirabel stood by the roadside and stopped a car. After the car pulled over, she slowly put away the umbrella, opened the rear door, and sat down.
The driver turned his head and asked her, "Where are we going?"
"23 Windermere street" Mirabel lowered her head and replied.
After driving for a while, Mirabel couldn't help opening her bag and looking at the picture on the diagnosis book.
The stomach on the skin was distorted and ugly. It was hard to believe that it belonged to a part of her body.
Her stomach cancer was from hunger. During the four years of her marriage with Kevon Edmonds, in order to please him, she tried her best to cook the dishes he liked. Thinking of the dishes on the table when he came back, even if he didn't like her, at least he could be moved to be gentle to her.
However, Kevon didn't want to have a meal with her at all. She wasn't upset about this, she still prepared meals every day and texted him on time to wait for him. She didn't wait for him. Instead, she had waited for stomach cancer.
In the end, she couldn't hold back her tears. Mirabel took a deep breath. She thought she was strong enough and had seen all kinds of things.
But today, all of her strength, which had been disguised, had collapsed. Her stomach was twitching. Mirabel curled up and couldn't help trembling. She gritted her teeth and let out a long moan.
When the driver heard the sobbing, he looked up at the rearview mirror and saw the woman bending over, her thin back constantly shaking. The air in the car seemed to be taken away by her. It was the first time he had seen a person crying so desperately.
"Miss, what's wrong with you? Did you just suffer an heartbreak, or are you not satisfied with your job?"
There was no reply from her. He continued, "There's nothing you can't overcome. You can't solve it even if you cry. Just go back and have a good rest. The sun will rise again tomorrow morning."
Mirabel raised her head, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Thank you." She had never expected that it would be a stranger who would comfort her after she got an incurable disease.
The driver smiled and did not say anything. He continued to drive. When they arrived in the middle of the city, he parked the car in the temporary parking lot.
After driving for half an hour, the fare were a total of 20 Australian dollars. Mirabel checked the code and got out of the car. She tore the diagnosis book in her hand into pieces and threw it into the trash can.
A gust of cold wind blew over. She wiped away the dried tears on her face and returned to her usual calm and mature self. However, her eyes were red and swollen and her face was devoid of blood.
