Chapter 45

MIREYA'S POV:

"Are you okay, baby?" Alex's caring voice reached me. I wanted to shout loud until my throat and energy gave up. How am I going to say this to him? How will he take this? How will he react? What about him and I? What about us? What about Mom and Adrian? What about the kids? What about my friends? What about my career? What about my dreams? What about? The list of questions goes on. I can't think of anything because I have gone numb. The only words that are echoing in my mind are,

"You have stage 4 endometrial cancer. It is in the final stage, so we can't cure it, since you have the worst case of Uterine Sarcoma. I'm sorry, Mireya."

I wanted to cry. I really want to. But it was as if my tears were dried up. There was nothing left. I would have cried so much in the past that it was as if my body was incapable of producing tears. I was broken and this was the proof that I was never going to be fixed.

I reminded myself that I had already gone through so much and wanted to