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Flash Fiction
We walked along the beach at the end of the world, holding hands for the last time. Our toes in the sand, smiling ear to ear, reminiscing on all of the things we felt at our wedding that took place just over 48 hours ago. The sound of laughter and waves crashing was all that filled our ears and nothing could go wrong, so it seemed. Chills ran through my body each time the cold water washed up to my toes, making the growing life inside my belly flutter. We’re expecting our greatest gift of all this coming winter and although I’m battling stage 4 hematoma cancer, we are joyed and hoping for the best. “I’ve never been so happy and I’d hate to kill the mood but there is something I need to get off my chest”, I say as my voice shakes. He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer, making me feel safe enough to clear my mind. “Things have been great, more than great but the further into this pregnancy we get and the more commitments we make for life together, the more real my disease gets.” “If anything were to happen and it’s ever the decision of me or the baby, I need you to promise me that you will always choose the baby, no matter what.” He gazed at me with his big hazel eyes blending in with the sunset, comforting me with the same smile he always does, winked at me and replied “I promise.” I felt a huge sense of relief and could now continue to enjoy one of the happiest times of my life. Things were going great and we accomplished so much over the next couple of weeks. But, not long after I entered my third trimester, I began to get very weak and my doctors weren’t too sure about anything anymore. Over the next month or so, many tests were ran and I was bed ridden. Test results showed that even with all of the chemotherapy, the chances of me making it until the end of my pregnancy were highly unlikely. Doctors gave me words of wisdom and brochures and anything they thought would help me to decide what should be done, but my thoughts were beating on my brain like a drum and I suddenly couldn’t hear anything anyone was saying. I felt my eyes watering and my jaw locking as I searched for an answer in my husband’s blank face. Dramatic measures could be taken to save my life at the cost of the baby’s. I knew what felt right and I knew what I wanted but I also knew that wasn’t as easy to accept for my husband. With hope that he would remember what he promised me that one sweet time on our honeymoon, I waited for the doctors to leave to bring it back up to him. Shortly after the doctors exited and before I could open my mouth to say a word, he said he knew what I wanted and he would learn to accept it if that were truly how I felt. We let the doctors know our decision and in doctor words they let us know that I wouldn’t make it through the labor. They explained to us how the procedure would go, all of the risks, about how long it should take, that they would make me comfortable, and that we should start our goodbyes. We called family members and friends and explained our decisions to them, everyone took it hard and some didn’t even agree, but all were supportive and for that we were thankful. We knew in our hearts this was right and he would have a piece of me through our healthy child for the rest of his life. The next morning everyone’s life would change and although not ideal, it will be a blessing. On our honeymoon, we walked along the beach at the end of the world, holding hands for the last time.
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