Did Technoblade Survive Cancer Novels & Stories

"The doctor said its a 50-50 chance of survival so I'd live my life to the fullest with the remaining months I have" I held his hand. "Reece, even if your parents don't love you. I really do love you, please I don't want you to leave me". "I'm scared, Nat. What if I don't survive it or what if I lay dead in the surgery room?". "Why the hell will you think about all that?". He shrugged. "I've heard a lot about cancer patients". "Cancer?!!". He flopped back on the bed. "Yes, I have cancer".

"You're just as stupid! Giving the company back to Liana! What kind of idiot are you? She's the one who called the cops on you!" Nathan staggered, clutching his chest as a violent cough tore through him. His eyes darted around, wild and unfocused. "What Liana? Is she here?!" He then collapsed to his knees, his voice cracking as he shouted, "I'm not gonna die! The doctor said I've got a 10% chance!" Clara leaned in close, her voice low. "The cancer's already spread. Stage four. His vision's going too." I didn't flinch. "It's still treatable. Some people survive." Clara nodded. "Not many, but it's not impossible."

Mateo also nodded, "Dad, your health is not as pessimistic as you think, don't always have random thoughts." Jonathan sighed, "I heard what the doctor and you all said, you can't hide it from me. I have lung cancer, and I won't live much longer." Bethany Braun, Hailie's mother, wiped her tears and said, "Hailie's grandmother used to say that she wanted to see Hailie get married, but unfortunately, she didn't get to see it, and now Jonathan..." Mateo glared at her and said, "Dad was definitely fine, don't talk nonsense!"

An idea occurred to me. I let go of Leonard's collar and pretended to be weak. "Please don't be angry, honey. I'm just too upset knowing that I have cancer. Once someone contracts this illness, they won't have long to live. I'm only in my 20s and haven't borne you a child yet, honey, so I still can't bear to die," I said distressedly. Leonard sat far away, visibly afraid, but the key points of my story had still gotten through to him.

That is my fear as of the moment; I don't know if I can survive again if my cancer comes back. For almost a year now, I have regained my health. There were no symptoms or any recurrence of tumor growth based on my monthly check-ups. But then, there were four more years. Four long years to stay in healthy shape before I could somehow conclude that my cancer was not coming back. My doctor said that cancer is a traitor. Many were thought to have escaped the disease, but in the end they still died of cancer. "You should be taking care of yourself then." I was surprised when Rupert suddenly turned my body to face him. He kissed my forehead which took me by surprise. He gave me a reassuring smile.

After winning 20 million dollars in the lottery, I immediately quit my job and head to the hospital. Having worked as a programmer at a major company for over a decade, I've accumulated a host of health problems, such as hemorrhoids, cavities, chronic gastritis, cervical spondylosis, and more. I get treated for everything at one go, and the pain is so bad that I can barely even walk. My aunt, Jessica Davidson, happens to see me like that and spreads rumors about me having stage-4 cancer and barely hanging on in the ICU. My relatives all send me well-wishes on my social media accounts. I don't bother clarifying myself because I'm too distracted by the pain, and also, I'm too busy recoveri

He suggested but Chloe didn't come to sit. "George said the doctors said my Dad will never get better. How true is that?" She asked, trying her best to compose herself. Blake was hesitant but he eventually answered, "Very true." Chloe felt her breath halt for a while and when she could finally breathe, she asked, "On what grounds?" Blake dropped his head, not sure if Chloe was prepared enough for the truth. "Chloe..." "On What Grounds!" Blake sniffed hard as he replied, "He is in stage IV pancreatic cancer..."

Glancing over his shoulder at the patient, his gaze moved to the life-support equipment beside her—the ventilator handling her breathing, the IV pumps for medication and nutrition, and the cardiac monitor tracking her heart rate. Thank God he still had them. He had retired five years ago after being diagnosed with mesothelioma. “Tidy the room,” he commanded before stepping out. He walked into his living room and crashed down onto the sofa. Pulling out his phone, he knew he had to act fast. His illness was an incurable cancer, he had been living a healthy life without stress but still his life was on a timer and he knew it. And The news of the D’Amores’ death—covered up—had already reached hi

"He's got cancer" She looks like the air has been sapped from her lungs. I know how she's feeling right now. I felt the same way yesterday. It was so hard for me to believe. Corby was always one for so much nutrients, vegetables and all that. He took care of his health like nothing but in the end, he got cancer. "I don't believe it" Kay muttered. Her eyes are wondering all over the place trying to get a grasp of something. "What? Please tell me it's a lie. That your just joking"

CHRIS'S POV It still seemed unreal that Isabelle was infact alive and staying in the house, How she survived pancreatic cancer is still something I don't understand. I watched her grow sick day by day, I watched the doctor break the news about her sickness right in front of me, I watched her die right in front of me. Her explanation was something I still couldn't understand FLASHBACK