Struggle Of Love - Chapter 30 Devastated

“Yes. But I’m not letting you see it potato,” he said. Desna has been a kind friend since I met him at this hospital. He says my walking pace is slow, like a potato. My wife calls it romantic, buddy.

“Why?” What would be so wrong that he thinks I can’t handle? I asked myself.

“Just have your lunch and meet me,” he said and left my cabin.

When I went to him, he was checking my pulse again. I started feeling negative. When he left my wrist, I checked it once with my own hand.

What kind of joke is this? I could not feel a thing. A fairly good doctor who could not feel his own pulse. I moved my thumb gently over and over but nothing was found. I looked up to Desna. He was keenly looking at my hands. I pressed on harder trying to feel it. And there it was; a very faint pulse. It did not make sense right away.

“What do you think?” He asked me. I didn’t want to think anything.

“Low blood pressure?” I was hoping for the best out of the situation.

“I’ll need more blood samples,” he told me before I gave him what he wanted and took the day off. He did not let me see my CBP. I was a little disturbed indeed.

Next day came too fast. I rushed to Desna. He said he would be dealing my case, whatever ‘my case’ was. I just wanted a simple check on how good my health is.

“Give me the report,” I asked. He told me he would show it today. He asked me to get my wife. No, I didn’t think so.

“Where’s she? I told you, I am not showing you without her,” he said buttoning his white coat.

“I have money to go to another hospital,” I let him know. He sighed. He sat at his chair and I sat in front of him. He handed me the CBP.

I found some abnormalities, written in red for quick notice. Some figures have fallen dangerously low while few here over the range. “It’s nothing uncommon. Good diet is all what I need.”

“Don’t you want to see what I found?”

He is scaring me. “What is it? I wouldn’t prank this way.”

“It’s AIHA.” I took a moment to think.

“Oh.” AIHA is Auto Immune Haemolytic Anaemia.

“Diet change would have helped if it was in the initial stages. It is much worse actually,” he said.

“Okay, is that it?”

“No. Tell me, since when was the fatigue?”

“Last week, doctor,” I answered like a patient.

“This is more serious James. It’s sudden.”

“I can see that. Don’t worry, in the next few days, I’ll go for a blood transfusion.” I was worried.

“Exercise might help as well, but only try. Don’t try more.” I think I should join Jessie for the morning jog.

I almost walked out of his room with all my reports but then, I remembered something very important.

“Please don’t tell try to tell this to anyone, most importantly, not Jessica.” I saw him frown but I waited. He slowly nodded, “I can’t say much, you are to decide.”

“Thanks!”

This is what one should call a bad morning. And life continued for another week when I knew an ever more devastating truth.