Weekstory 1 part 2

carlschrijft (55)in #story • 9 years ago (edited)

Weekstory part 2

Samantha couldn’t believe what she just heard. My eyeball out, are you insane? She asked. She looked at John and asked, What is this alla bout John? What is he saying? I’m dreaming, right?
John looked at her with a look on his face like he just lost a leg. I don’t know honey, it’s that headache that worried me, we should have seen a doctor earlier, I think.
Samantha was in complete denial, there’s nothing wrong with that headache, it comes, it goes, this can’t be real, this just can’t be real, nobody is going to take my eye away, let me tell you that. I rather die than lose my eye.
Well that’s what we are facing, missDonahue, the doctor interrupted. We don’t have many choises. It’s weather the eye or death if the medicin doesn’t work, it,s a hard thing to say, but I guess I can better be clear about it. You should be prepared of loosing an eye.
John looked at the doctor. Isn’t there any other way, doctor? Isn’t there something like a trnplant, or a robotic eye, or something, there must be something, isn’t there doctor? John sounded desperate, he knew Samantha, she meant what she said about rather being death, and his worst nightmare would be to loose her.

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First we have to wait how the infection will turn out. When we manage to destroy it, the problem will be solved. Maybe the eyesight will be less than before, but we can keep the eye. If the infection stays or even grows, we have to remove the eye. There is a way out, but it’s experimantal. We nee dan eyeball of somebody how died not more than two hours earlier. It’s been only done twice, and the eyesight didn’t work, so we don’t have any garantuee. One of the patients lost the eye eventually and the other is blind at one eye, so best would be to fight the infection.
A period filled with fear started. The treatment of the infection was sometimes hopefull and then all of a sudden it grew. The headache remained, and eventually Samantha was more in hospital thans he was at home. She got desperate. How will this go on, John? I almost can’t take anymore. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, and evertytime hope rises, it’s beaten down wuth bad news. We should make a decision to do the experimantal operation, I lost hope the infection will dissapear.

Photo taken from Flickr made by Kelly Sue DeConnick
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John agreed, but he was worried. What if the operation failed? What would she do if she lost her eye because it wasn’t accepted by hear body? Would she commit suicide? She was capable of it, he knew. When she was younger she tried at least one time to take her life, and she almost succeeded. He didn’t want to bring it up, but it was in his mind when he asked her what she would do if things would go wrong after all.
She looked at him and said, let’s hope it won’t, cause even I don’t know what I’m going to do if that will be the case, It’s no use to think or talk about it. I want this operation, my mind is made up.
The doctor came and listened to her. I think it’s the only chance you will have, he said. It’s either that, or lose an eye. I also lost hope that the infection treatment will be succesful. The only problem we have now, is that there isn’t an eye available yet. We have to wait till an eye is available. We need somebody to die, how hard it might sound.
It took three days and then the nurse stood beside her bed. We need to prepare you right now, we haven’t got any time to loose, there is a donor, still want to do this?

To be continued in part 3 tomorrow

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