Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 31

The doctor had explained that there was still a glimmer of hope in her condition, but the chances were slim—and chemotherapy came with the very real risk that she might not survive the treatment itself.

That was why Jessica refused chemo.

With this conservative approach, at the very least, she could expect another six months.

She reached for her phone and typed out a message.

"Thank you, Doctor. I don't want to take that risk."

The doctor sighed and said, "I'll prescribe you some more medication, then."

Jessica quickly typed another line.

"Thank you. Could you also help keep my diagnosis between us? I don't want my family to worry."

She handed the phone over to the doctor so he could read her words.

to worry about her. Telling them would only be

perhaps out of pity knowing her days were numbered, nodded. "Alright.

Jessica was wheeled out of the emergency room. Mabel,

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

Jessica managed a smile and typed out a line on

drip wasn't finished yet, so a nurse pushed her back

by the bed, her eyes full of concern. "I'll go grab you

Jessica nodded.

Mabel left quietly.

was located, Timothy stood out on the balcony making a call, arranging a blood transfusion for Sheila. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Mabel

she pressed the call button. A nurse came in, changed the bag, and left. Just then,

It was Herbert.

new house was styled after an old English manor, but Mrs. Wheeler always felt something was missing. Eventually she realized it was the window

of the designs looked quite right. That's when they thought of Jessica's grandmother, only to learn she had passed away. Others recommended Jessica herself,

was why Herbert had sought her

craft, and Jessica was personally acquainted with Mrs. Wheeler,

up the phone, checked the time, glanced at her IV, and estimated when she'd be done before