The $50,000 was meant to cover the treatment, the device, and the rehabilitation program afterward.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered.
Robert was crying.
“Because the last time a doctor told you there was no hope, you cried for three days. I was afraid of giving you hope again, only to watch it disappear.”
The doctor approached us.
“Ma’am, today was supposed to be your final consultation and, only with your consent, the procedure itself. Nothing will be done without your permission.”
I still couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Then why did you say I might not survive?”
“We were discussing possible complications from surgery and anesthesia. Every operation carries risks, and especially at your age, we’re obligated to discuss them carefully.”
I looked at Robert.
“Did you spend all our savings?”
He slowly nodded.
“I also sold my old car and the watch my father left me.”
