Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 183

Chapter 183:

Later, she drifted toward the cancer center. There, the suffering was laid bare. Some patients writhed in agony, their voices hoarse from crying. Others had no strength left, lying motionless in bed, their quiet sobs barely audible.

Perhaps the chemotherapy had drained them. Perhaps they were just tired—tired of the pain, the struggle, the endless uncertainty.

Rachel saw so many faces—elderly women, teenage girls, and even toddlers. Life was so fragile. Rachel sighed. And what about her? Would she end up the same way?

Hair falling out. Confined to a hospital bed. Drowning in pain. Watching her own life slip away—piece by piece.

Or worse—trapped in a state where she was alive but barely living. A hollow existence, clinging to life without dignity or meaning. Her eyes stung. A lump formed in her throat.

Rachel wasn’t sure how long she wandered aimlessly through the hospital until her phone rang. She pulled it out with slightly trembling fingers.

came through. “Ms. Marsh, your re-examination results

“Okay. I’ll be right

pushed open the doctor’s office door, her expression noticeably calmer

the same?”

a slow nod. “Yes,

mistake. The diagnosis was absolute. She

hope, no matter how small. Taking

was sealed. She

knowing that, she couldn’t stop herself from

After reviewing your condition, I believe the best course of action is a kidney transplant. Your kidney function is

of patients waited on donor lists.

the lucky one—not as a child, not now. She had never even won a raffle, always standing by

happens then?” she asked, her voice barely