Terminal Illness Movie Novels & Stories

“Grandma will be fine. She’s a strong woman like you.” —-- “I’m sorry to say this but your grandmother is terminally ill. She doesn't have long.” The air was caught up in her lungs. For some reason, the light on the ceiling of the hospital sent her head spinning as she heard the doctor's words. Soon enough, her knees gave out and her body fell down on the cold tiled hallway. "Therese!" Aly rushed beside her. "How..how much more time she has?" Raven was the one to face the doctor while Anthony sat silently on the waiting bench, staring blankly at the wall.

“I hear you are the one looking after my grandmother.” “Oh yeah,” he nodded convincingly. “I am the doctor in charge of her case.” “Why isn’t she dead yet?” I asked. That sounded off, even to my own years. Dr. Ryan was clearly uncomfortable and he shifted in his seat, “Err… Shouldn’t you be glad that she is still alive?” I smiled, “What kind of cancer was my grandmother diagnosed with?” “Well…” he cleared his throat. “I think it was err… terminal cancer.” I chuckled and then stopped, giving him an angry stare,

Endure, and victory will be yours. At the hospital, the diagnosis was handed to her with little fanfare: terminal lung cancer. She stared at the paper, her face serene, while the doctor explained options she had no intention of pursuing. Seeing that the patient nodded no matter what he said, the doctor found it a bit strange. It wasn't until Charlotte handed him her phone with a few words typed on it that he realized Charlotte was mute. "There's hope," the doctor said, mistaking her calm for resignation. "Chemotherapy can extend your life by a few months. Do you have family who can support you?"

Terra questioned looking between them. “I'm an old man, of course I'm taking medicines for unforeseen illnesses as my immune system is liable to contact any little sickness.” He explained and Terra just stood away looking at his aged facial features and tired hands with fear, like it was deja vu. “I just don't want anything happening to you.” She explained with vulnerability and he smiled warmly staring at her. “Everything will be okay.” He didn't want to tell her about his terminal illness and his life span, so he just assured her. He stretched out his hand and she held it giving it a warm squeeze.

They were going to move me to hospice care because there was no point in keeping me in a hospital bed that could be used for someone who actually had a chance of survival. That night, as I lay in the darkness listening to the sounds of other people's suffering, I used my last bit of strength to call Bernard one final time. This time, he answered. "Mom, I can't talk right now. Elena and I are at a charity gala, and—" "I'm dying, Bernard," I interrupted. "The doctors say I have maybe a week left without treatment." There was silence on the other end of the line, and I could hear classical music and laughter in the background.

"Excuse me, she is my patient, I have the right to talk to her" "Y-Yes I know but...there is this hmm, there is a situation, I am terminally ill, and all she wants is for me to seek medical help but I can't, I am done with a lot of chemos for the past years and now I am okay with this, I already accepted it" Hearing that suddenly makes me feel pissed, like what the hell is happening today? Why everyone does seem to give up on their life? "Can't you see it?"

Her eyes were full of regrets, fear, and desperation. “I-I’m dying. I have a terminal illness, So, please. Just let me be with our son. I missed him so much. I want to be with him before I die, please…” Terminal illness? She was wearing make up, and I couldn’t really tell from her face. But she’s skinny. Yes, she is. But not too much to the point that she would look terminally ill. The crowd gasped and started whispering. I don’t know why I couldn’t bring myself to believe her words. I was manipulated before, so it’s so hard for me to trust someone’s word.

Give me names, numbers. She took a deep breath, then looked at the recorder. — Do you know what you're asking of me? — said Marina. Salvi didn’t blink. — You have terminal cancer... At least with what’s left of your life, you’ll do something good. Marina let out a bitter laugh. — You’re a bastard, you know that? You talk about my death like it’s tomorrow. You don’t realize that betraying Alejandro Moretti isn’t a game… my death could be today.

In a fit of rage, she shoved past the host and grabbed my brother, trying to leave the set. But Ms. Bernstein's next words cut through everything. "As you can see, Nicolas passed away three years ago. Before he died, I received his last phone call. For a long time, he hadn't been eating properly. That night, he suffered an acute gastric perforation." At this point, tears welled in the corners of her eyes. But she forced herself not to cry. "By then, his consciousness was already fading. The last thing he said to me was, 'Ms. Bernstein, I'm sorry. The tuition I owe you… I'm afraid I'll never be able to repay it.'

He picks up the remote control and turns on the TV, only to get to watch tragic news. According to the reporter, medias besieges Mrs Sebastian's ward. Despite Ashley pleas not to interrupt her unconscious mother, they don't give up, and by the time they photograph the terminally ill woman, the machines connecting to her body beeps in alarming sounds and in a few seconds, the patient lost her life. It does not end just like that. Dr Sebastian can't accept the departure of his wife, and commits suicide by hanging himself.