"I know. Can you get Weaver?" Doug asked as Susan nodded, but they were
saved by Weaver walking in. Apparently, she had already read their minds.
"Mark, we have bad news... Liz has a tumor... probably a cancerous one. We need to do surgery." Kerry said.
"Oh my God, no!" Mark said.
"Mark?" Liz asked, waking up from a nap.
"Lizzie, you... you... you... have cancer. Abdominal cancer." Mark sputtered.
"W—what?" Liz asked. "A tumor?"
That night, Elizabeth was rushed into the O.R. with her arch nemesis Robert Romano presiding. She knew it might have been her only chance so she reluctantly agreed. In the OR, Robert opened her up and discovered a horrible mass of tumor. He gulped. He, not an emotional man at all, stuttered. It was malignant but treatable, with intense chemo.. maybe.
When Romano emerged from the OR, Mark, Doug (who was off shift), Kerry (also off shift) and Susan (on her dinner break) waited outside. A plethora of nurses including Carol Hathaway, had also gathered. Dr. Romano asked to speak to Mark privately. This worried Mark, and he had reason.
"Mark, it's highly malignant. She has a 40-60 chance. And that's with chemotherapy. And we need to remove her kidney and gallbladder. It will be intensive."
"What?" When he had woken up thirteen hours before, he had not expected this at all!
"Mark, we need to do the surgery tomorrow, but that means Liz will be in a drug-induced coma for the night until the operation, and after for a few days. The pain would be unbearable with out it."
"Do whatever. Can I see her?" he asked. The other ER staff looked caringly at Mark. Doug knew approximately what was being said. While he wasn't good at reading people he was great at the medical junk.
"Mark, we have bad news... Liz has a tumor... probably a cancerous one. We need to do surgery." Kerry said.
"Oh my God, no!" Mark said.
"Mark?" Liz asked, waking up from a nap.
"Lizzie, you... you... you... have cancer. Abdominal cancer." Mark sputtered.
"W—what?" Liz asked. "A tumor?"
That night, Elizabeth was rushed into the O.R. with her arch nemesis Robert Romano presiding. She knew it might have been her only chance so she reluctantly agreed. In the OR, Robert opened her up and discovered a horrible mass of tumor. He gulped. He, not an emotional man at all, stuttered. It was malignant but treatable, with intense chemo.. maybe.
When Romano emerged from the OR, Mark, Doug (who was off shift), Kerry (also off shift) and Susan (on her dinner break) waited outside. A plethora of nurses including Carol Hathaway, had also gathered. Dr. Romano asked to speak to Mark privately. This worried Mark, and he had reason.
"Mark, it's highly malignant. She has a 40-60 chance. And that's with chemotherapy. And we need to remove her kidney and gallbladder. It will be intensive."
"What?" When he had woken up thirteen hours before, he had not expected this at all!
"Mark, we need to do the surgery tomorrow, but that means Liz will be in a drug-induced coma for the night until the operation, and after for a few days. The pain would be unbearable with out it."
"Do whatever. Can I see her?" he asked. The other ER staff looked caringly at Mark. Doug knew approximately what was being said. While he wasn't good at reading people he was great at the medical junk.
