The Time Of The Terminally Ill Extra の小説・ストーリー

The doctor sighed, tucking his prescription pad away. "There's no point in more meds. At this stage, forcing her to swallow pills is just prolonging the suffering. Just try to make her as comfortable as possible for whatever time she has left." True to the doctor's word, during a late-night blizzard, Rosemary spiraled into a severe terminal hallucination. She suddenly seemed more energetic than she had all day—she even managed to bolt upright in bed, pointing a shaking finger at an empty corner and screaming at the top of her lungs.

Why don't I look up that doctor and see if he can treat you? Horace's eyes darkened with displeasure as he admonished Kevin, "Everyone knows that late-stage cancer is a terminal condition. No one in this world can treat it. How can you believe such rumors? Is there air where your brain should be?" Kevin turned red. "I'm just worried about you," he protested, sounding quite hurt. Scoffing, Horace eyed Kevin in frustration. "If you're truly worried about me, then hurry up and get the family back on its feet! Don't end up making it impossible for me to rest in peace even after I've died!"

Jack jumped from his seat: - I am her husband! Doctor, what the hell is wrong with her?! The Doctor tried his best to conceal his disdain for that wife-bitter: - Did you know about your wife's health condition, sir? - What health condition? - Her stomach cancer. - Yes, I did. The doctor said she won't be able to live more than six months. - Sorry?! Well, can I ask you then why a terminally ill woman is not getting her treatments?! - Her physician said her condition is so bad that she won't be able to live long even after treatment. So, we decided to let her live her days in peace.

The doctor's words had felt like a bullet piercing through her chest. Terminal cardiomyopathy. Last stage. If lucky, she could live up to nine more months, but anything after that, wasn't certain. Tiana didn’t cry at the hospital that day. She had walked out quietly, the traffic blaring around barely got to her. Everything had turned silent with nothing but a high toned ringing noise in her ear. Sitting down in the quiet confines of her room, a book laid flat to her lap.

"But I've already talked to plenty of doctors. The chemo… It's a lie. It stopped working a long time ago. Do you even know what 'terminal stage' means?" He held me tighter. His voice trembled. "Don't say things like that. Let's try treatment first." "If I had a choice, I'd rather just get one shot and end it peacefully…" "Don't talk like that!" Suddenly, I held him tightly. The camera had been tossed aside long ago. What followed were my soft sobs. Then, loud, unrestrained crying. … [In the Next Life — March 15, 2024, 11:13 AM — Let's Meet Again in the Next Life]

Knox looks sorrowful as he lets out a heavy sigh. “Yes, son… if the biopsies come back positive, then it is terminal. The best we can do is buy you extra time or allow you to live out your final days as comfortably as possible. If you choose to forgo treatment, you'll go home and continue living your life. You'll get weaker, and you'll find yourself tired much more frequently. You'll begin to lose your appetite, and then… the pain will come. When the pain comes, we can help manage that. I am so sorry, Tristan. I wish I had better news for you.

Brad’s jaw dropped probably to the floor… Granted,they had always gone over different ways to get her to forgive him but they couldn’t act on their ideas because that might only make things worse… But this…this was the most terrifying idea of all. “You do realize that one doesn’t plan to get terminally ill?” “This could work.I mean,I would be so thrilled to have her by my side again.” “And how do you plan on fallen terribly ill?” “I could lock myself in a place filled with dangerous chemical until I’m sure I won’t get cured or I could start smoking again…this time,I would smoke every fucking second so….” “I really want to punch you right now.”

"This says... 'In the event of cognitive failure or physical incapacity exceeding 80%, terminate life support immediately. Do not attempt resuscitation. Do not use artificial ventilation. Do not use magic.'" "Magic?" Sarah asked, looking up. "It is a metaphor," Cale said quickly. "For... experimental treatments. Unproven science." "Okay. And... 'Disposal of remains: Cremation. Ashes to be mixed with spouse's ashes. Scatter location: Coordinates 45.9 N, 123.9 W.'" "That is the cliff," Elion whispered. "Outside our house." "Yes," Cale said. "The point of origin." Sarah looked at Elion. "And you, Mr. Marrow? Do you have similar wishes?"

said the doctor. "Doctor, how much longer can I live if I am hospitalized for the treatment?" I asked. The doctor furrowed his brows. "I can't really say, because your cancer is at the terminal stage." "Thank you. I'll think about it." Knowing that I didn't have much longer to live, I decided to give up on the treatment. I wanted to leave the money that I had for Laura. Even if she didn't receive any love, she would at least have some money. This meant that she wouldn't have a really difficult life.

"Hailey, I'm sorry,I didn't know that you...." "It doesn't matter" "Hailey stacked the papers together neatly and started reading, but there was not much change in her facial expression" She looked up and said, "Mr Leonardo, even if someone is trying to kill you,you will still have a chance to stay alive. As for me, I am terminally ill and my life is coming to an end. My date has been sealed. Wr do not belong to the same world, so please leave" Asher has mixed feeling now. He gave her a meaningful look before leaving in staggering steps.