PART 3: INTO THE OPERATING ROOM
Eleanor was rushed down the sterile hospital corridors, tears streaming down her pale cheeks as the bright fluorescent lights flashed overhead.
All those months of singing lullabies, buying tiny woolen booties, and feeling the soft pressure against her ribs had been built on a tragic illusion.
“Hold on, Eleanor!” the surgeon called out as the double doors of the main operating theater swung open. “We are going to get you through this!”
The complex five-hour surgery required three specialist teams working in total unison to safely remove the growth and repair her fragile organs.
Outside the waiting room doors, her younger sister sat with her head in her hands, praying for a miracle after a day of utter heartbreak.
When the chief surgeon finally stepped out into the hallway, his mask was pulled down, and his eyes carried an unreadable expression.
He took a deep breath, looking at Eleanor’s family, before delivering the news of what they found during the procedure.
(The ultimate truth of the surgery will leave you stunned! Click “Next Page” to continue reading…)
