Cancer Man And Taurus Woman Novels & Stories

"Great news! That damn old hag I married has cervical cancer and isn't long for this world! We can finally be together, Irie!" my husband, Leonard Ziegler, exclaimed excitedly into his phone from outside the entrance. I broke out into cold sweat from where I'd overheard him in a corner of the corridor. I'd gotten off work early to drop by the hospital and pick up my sister-in-law Cynthia Ziegler's physical examination report. My heart ached fiercely at the words "mid-stage cervical cancer" printed in large letters on the report.

He looks scared of Gabe. "Y-Yes, sir." This man is an example of a person that is easy to read. Larisa can tell at one glance how he lives. He's the type of a guy back then who was bullied but excelled academically. In short, he's a weak man who's now working for Gabe. "What's your illness?" Gabe asked as his brows met. "I have cancer," her mouth almost circled right after he said that. He has a fvcking cancer? Even Leo's attention was captured. The man couldn't even look at Gabe.

Ian seemed to be checking something. "She clearly said she has cancer, but the test results don't show anything. Could it have been a misdiagnosis?" he said, sounding doubtful. "If she doesn't have cancer, how could her body have deteriorated like this?" The people around me raised more questions. "Come on," someone said. "Her husband is Dr. Doyle, the most popular nutritionist online." "I'd believe anyone else would be innutrient, but not her," another person chimed in.

In the house of Mr Fabi, a certain unusual silence was felt as from the period his wife was admitted in the hospital. The silence resulted from her illness, the cancer of the breast which she had that worsened as days went by. Her two breasts were differentiated from the rest of her body due to the fact that they were affected by the cancer. Imagine the sight of seeing your wife or your mother with her breasts off from her chest, looking like that of a flat man. The pain accompanied with pity won't even allow you to eat properly or sleep restfully.

That alone told me how serious this was. "I have cancer," Manuel said flatly. "Stage four pancreatic cancer. They found it three weeks ago during a routine checkup. It has already metastasised to my liver." The world tilted. I gripped the whiskey glass so hard I was surprised it did not shatter. "What is the prognosis?" "With aggressive treatment, maybe a year. Without treatment, less than six months.”

Dion did not wait to tell the man everything he felt; **-- “So, you are the man whose cancer almost ruined our lives! The past nine months have only been of heartache and pain. Fear and anxiety. Nightmare in reality. We carried the burden of your disease and trust me; it was not easy.” Mpumi added, “I cried night and day, saddened that I would lose him.” “I prayed and I fought so hard with her hoping I would stop losing her. Many sleepless nights, tired mornings and unappetizing meals.” “From the way I see it,” the man spoke, “the disease had brought the two of you closer. With this disease you were able to show that you loved her and you him.” Dion and Mpumi shrugged a bit, in discomfort of

The feeling of being a gazelle stalked by a lion on the hunt. “I’m 28 if you’re wondering Cassandra.” I look up at the mention of my name. And my eyes start to pick at his features. He’s tall, fit physique, the same black combed back hair, brown eyes that seemed intense and with intent, a strong jaw structure and a trustworthy perfect smile. I also notice that as I’m taking mental notes of his appearance, he rolls up his sleeves to his button-up and there’s a small blotch of ink visible just at the cuff. “Can I ask what that tattoo is?” Better to make small talk than to keep dissecting the handsome doctor who just diagnosed me with cancer three days ago.

I did not have time to ask her anything before my husband, Rowan Delmont, and my son, Everett, left the room they were in to join us. Rowan's and Everett’s laughter stopped abruptly the moment they saw me. A suffocating silence engulfed the quiet living room. Angeline, who was sporting a sarcastic smirk seconds ago, immediately changed her expression and said pitifully, "Please don't blame Rowan. I don’t have much time left, so I begged him to let me in." Angeline pushed her performance further and took out a test report. "My physical examination revealed uterine cancer! I don’t have much time left. I’m all out of hope!" she choked out. “You’d be cruel to kick me out. Show me some mercy!”

The tattoo looked chilling. "Are you from the 12 Constellations?" Chu Xun finally spoke but in a cold tone and stared at Cancer. Cancer's expression changed for their identities were top secrets and except for their own men, others could not get to know about it. However, the man pointed out their identities frankly, which made Cancer become vigilant. Cancer had a rough look and a bad temper, but he was a careful man. "Boy, who are you exactly?" Chu Xun narrowed his eyes and showed a chilling expression as he responded with a question. "Are you from the 12 Constellations?"

Staring at Cancer’s back, Thomas felt gratified as he said, “He’s really an IT freak. All he thinks about is how to work. This kind of person is very rare now.” Aries smiled faintly as he answered, “Yeah, Cancer is like the blood supply system of Sterling Technology. It’s really hard to imagine what Sterling Technology would become if we lose him.”