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Chapter Two

Rory went to visit the best gynecologist in Hartford, who also happened to be another of her best friends. Doctor Lane Kim. After all that rebelling against her mother, she had finally become what her mother had wanted her to be in the first place. A very prestigious doctor, as a matter of fact.

"Rory, I'm just getting the results from the x-ray you took a few hours ago. I just want to make sure that what I'm looking at isn't a mistake," said Lane Kim, after looking through the x-rays.

Rory was puzzled. "What do you mean, Lane?"

"Well, I'm not sure yet. You'll have to go through another scan in order for me to be positive that this is what we're facing." Lane was extremely worried. She wasn't sure, but from the signs of the first x-rays, Rory could be facing a serious problem indeed.

"Darn. You know how I hate going through them."

Lane gave a shaky smile. "I know that. So, where's Tristan?"

"Oh, he's in the court today. Some client of his says his wife ripped him off and then divorced him. Crazy case, who knows what the world is coming to nowadays?"

Lane nodded, and led Rory through to the room. "Ok, Ror – you know the procedure. When you're done, come back to my room."

"Right, Lane."

Lane sat in her seat, pondering over the results. There was a black mark at the lower corner of Rory's ovary. It could mean something, but then again, it could not. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Rory came in. "Hey Lane."

"Jee, Ror – you don't need to knock. Just bulldoze your way in."

Rory laughed. "I wasn't sure whether you had anyone in here or not, so I didn't really want to disturb you. What would your clients think of me?"

"Rory, you are the most genteel person I know. You wouldn't hurt a fly," said Lane.

"Yea, well… they don't know that. Anyway, here are the results." Rory handed over the file to Lane for the latter person to examine.

Lane opened the file and took out the x-rays. After careful examination of it, she knew exactly what Rory was facing. She knew why Rory couldn't produce a baby. She didn't want to be the person to break it to Rory, but as a best friend, she had a duty to.

"Rory, sit down. What I'm going to tell you will be a little bit unbelievable, but I assure you that it's true." Rory sat down. "Rory, I've been examining you for three years at the least, and at the time I had no idea what was blocking you from having children. There seemed to be nothing wrong with you, your eggs could get fertilized, your uterus is working. Yet, you couldn't conceive."

Rory nodded. She knew all this; there was nothing new. Tristan and Rory were given the option of having a test-tube baby, but they decided that they wanted and needed to do this the natural way. Test-tube babies might endanger the unborn child and the resultant child would probably be a little weak. They didn't want any harm to come to their children.

Lane continued. She didn't know how to say this; she did not want to say it. But she knew she had to. So, she just blurted it out. It was the only way to get it out of her system. "Rory, you have ovarian cancer."

Rory was shocked. No, worse than that. She could not believe it. She was perfectly healthy. Albeit she hated exercise, but she wasn't overweight and she always watched what she ate. But cancer was a strange thing; they couldn't always figure out which unknowing person it will strike next. Nor was there a limit on to how many people it could effect or how many body parts.

Perhaps it is the most dangerous disease of them all. No one knows whether it is inherited, like high blood pressure, or handed down through a certain gene. The environment you grew up in, the food you ate could cause cancer.

Lane hugged Rory tightly. "Don't worry, Ror – me and Dave, we'll always be here for you. No matter what happens, friendship speaks louder than anything on earth."

Rory hugged her back equally tightly. "What am I going to do, Lane? What can I do?"

Lane paused for a while. "Well, your cancer is not as advanced as I thought it would be, so you could try chemotherapy for a few and check out whether its improving or not. There's also some medicine you could take."

Rory took all of this in, and could see that her life was going to change drastically. "Alright. Lead the way."

After a tiring day at work, Tristan came home to see a fabulous dinner spread for two. There were candles lit up, and the air was scented with a faint, aromatic smell.

"Rory honey, where are you?" asked Tristan.

There was some noise behind him, and he turned around. There was Rory, dressed up to the nines, in a simple yet elegant black dress and a string of pearls.

"Hi Tris."

"You didn't have to do this, Ror---"

Rory cut him off. "I wanted to."

She led him to their table, and they sat down for dinner.

After dinner, Tristan complimented the chef. "That was great, honey. Everything was delicious. It's a good thing you learnt to cook from Luke."

Rory smiled. "I know. Guess all the time I spent over there was worth it."

Tristan leaned in. "You seem a little bit subdued today. What happened?"

Rory took a deep breath. There was no easy way to tell her husband of seven years that she had ovarian cancer and might die. Hell, she didn't know if she had totally accepted the truth either.

"Tristan," she paused. Tristan was getting worried; she could tell the telltale signs and there were lines on his face. "I have ovarian cancer."

And the bombshell dropped. Rory burst into tears.

Tristan was shaken. Extremely shocked and angry at the world for what his angel has to go through. But his innocent Mary was crying; and he hated it when she did. Her smiles would light up his world, he could live on it for days.

"Rory, I promised when we got married that I will be here through thick or thin. And I will. I love you," whispered Tristan, his voice husky from the tears that he stopped from dropping.

That night, a couple made love out of desperation. They clung to each other in the dim light, praying and hoping that a brighter future could be theirs. The only thing that was keeping them going were the hope and the faith that they shared with their loved ones. There was a dark, gloomy cloud on the horizon, but as always, there is also a silver lining to it.

To be continued…

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