Chapter 5

“Mr. & Mrs. Catcher? You are the next to meet Dr. Brushwood.” The receptionist said to us. We sat outside waiting for our turn. The feeling I had was indescribable. I was nervous maybe. I was confused myself, withier I should be happy or sad. “This is it!” Tom held me. “Yes, we have been waiting for this moment for so long,” I said hiding my eyes away from him. “Hey, is everything okay?” He asked. “I..” I paused. “Mr. and Mrs. Catcher you come in now.” The nurse called us. “Yes, we are coming.” I stand up and went inside. I can’t show Tom that I am worried… worried about this treatment. I am worried about the expenses.  We both earn well but still. I don’t want to be a burden on him. I want to share the burden than being one on him, that’s what I thought when I got married to him. “You must be Mrs. Catcher right?” The doctor asked. “Yes!” “May I see your previous reports?” I hand over her the file. Everything in that file was well organized by him. “Okay, I saw the report. It is that you found out in an early stage otherwise it would have spread all over the body. We have to do surgery.” She said. “What kind of surgery?” I asked. “We have to remove the infected area. Then it will be normal. But I am sorry that you can never give birth to a child.” She replied. I knew it from the beginning that I won’t be able to give birth to my child but why do I feel so depressed today? My throat was all heavy with tears. I controlled myself and kept silent. Tom knew I would not be able to speak now, he took over the conversion. “Doctor, after this will she be okay. It won’t harm her health right?” He asked. “No, it will be fine. So, if you agree then I will fix the date of the surgery.” “What do you say? Shall we agree to it?” He asked me. I still wasn’t able to speak so; I nod my head in the yes direction. “Alright then, when do we have to come back next again?” Tom asked. The conversion went on but, I wasn’t focused at all. My head was filled with all my imagination of carrying a baby in my belly and looking at it after it came to this world. But it is better than to leave Tom all alone. I was kept telling my heart about this. Tom is more important now. “Thank you, doctor, we will come back again soon.” Tom stood up. I woke up from my world. He bought the prescribed medicines before the surgery. I was waiting inside the car for him. He took over the wheels and said; “I while drive today, you look distracted so let me drive.” I didn’t say anything and gave him the keys.

We reached home. I took a bath and came out. “Tom? When do we have to go back again?” I asked. “Two weeks from now.” He replied, “I asked her to delay it a bit because you are going out with your friends this week right?” “But, would it affect me if I delay?” I asked. “I asked her about it too. She said it will be okay and you can go out. But you have to take your medicines on time.” He replied. “Okay!” I took a deep breath and calm down myself. “I know, what you are thinking about. You can cry if you want to. Don’t hold it in it would be painful.” Tom’s words touched me so much that I wasn’t able to hold more. My tears which I have been holding for long were, not stopping to fall. I cried in his arms for too long. He was holding me still without even saying a word, rubbing my back so; I can take in air properly. I felt like whenever cry in his arms I feel the safest. “Are you feeling okay now?” He asked. “Yes, a bit.” I wiped my tears. He wiped my tears while holding my hand's downs. “It is fine to feel sad now. But you are blessed you know. You can live more, but what about those who have an incurable disease.” I felt much better after he said that. It gave me a feeling of self-happiness. I want to live more. I want to start my life again with him. That’s what I told my heart. I hugged him so, hard.

“Sam, if you don’t mind. Will you go to the opera with me tomorrow?” He asked me while holding me in his arms. “Sure, where ever you want.” “Okay, then tomorrow.” He replied. I remembered something from my memories. I giggled. “Hmm? What is it?” “I just remembered something.” “What is it?” He asked. “I remembered that once you had taken me to the university play for the date. I was really funny.” “Well, I remember how you looked that day when you first time hold my hand when the main lead was dying.” He smiled. “Yeah! Whatever.” I shook him off and went to the kitchen. “You are blushing!” he came following me. Dear me, I have a reason to live more now, and I want to chares every day.

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