He said so many things explaining her condition, her
treatment, her progression... So many words that sounded all
alike. Same volume, same way said. The possible
consequences... and then, a couple of words, just like all
the other ones, left me charged restlessly. He continued on.
It all sounded the same. And he didn't need to repeat, he
knew we all heard it. Standing still, just like earlier that
day, wide-awake, listening tightly. But the words echoed in
my brain. The possibility of them being real... I couldn't
take it. I got out and walked helplessly around the
hospital. I tried to calm for a minute on the dried grass
but found no comfort. So I slouched my way back home.

"There is a 20%-25% possibility of death in her condition.
The cure for this condition was only found a couple of years
ago, so you are lucky... and lucky for bringing her in on
time. 70% of people who don't get treated for this die every
year. But stay alert, there is still a possibility."

Just the possibility...

(13/7/2004)