Wilson's Death: A Short Story

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Wilson Freedman and his wife Dayana sit inside a much too familiar office at Sloan Kettering. The room is well lit with green carpets and through the window they could see the traffic on fifth avenue picks up. Wilson sits on the right of his wife. With his right hand he picks at the synthetic leather in his green chair, and with his left he holds his wife’s hand. “There is something about these chairs, never can properly support a big guy like me,” Wilson says attempting to lighten up the mood. Only to no avail. stop reading no yes that gum is still on my desk gross :) “Yes Willy.” Dayana murmurs out under her tears. Wilson reaches over and hugs his I wife. It was a few weeks ago he went to the doctor for his yearly checkup. Of course …show more content…
Gleicher sits behind his eerily neat desk. Wilson wonders how this doctor cannot have a single piece of paper on his desk, what can be wrong with this person; but maybe it was just Wilson’s mood bringing him down. The doctor licks his fingers and opens up the folder. Wilson and his Wife don't even need to hear what he is about to say, the news will be bad, life changing. Life is not good-Life is not great. “Unfortunately your test revealed that you have stage IV pancreatic cancer.” After those words life seems to slow down. Wilson could not hear any more words that were coming out of the Doctor's mouth. His lips were moving but he couldn't hear anything. The only thing Wilson could hear was cancer. Cancer cancer cancer cancer cancer cancer cancer cancer cancer cancer. “Hello Wilson can you hear me?” Wilson slowly slips back into reality. He starts to tune his senses back on, leaning forward in his seat. “Can I continue?” Wilson nods his head. “As you may know Pancreatic cancer is deadly, with your variant you have an expected six months to live. You can begin Chemo therapy tomorrow or just live your life. Take some time to think about this. Talk to your wife talk to your family.” Dr. Gleicher and his entourage leaves; some of the younger students crying, not having witnessed something like this