Gordon had grown increasingly frail in the days that followed. Each session of chemotherapy continued to knock him further. The days passed in a haze; in between the unconsciousness were bouts of sickness, rambling and the occasional laughter. Even in the darkest of times the male was determined to keep his sense of humour.
On the outside it appeared Ormerod had given up and was in fact accepting his possible fate. Underneath it all his body was working incredibly hard to fight the horrid illness that threatened to take his life. Inside the body of the man who cared so much for others a silent war was taking place to try and secure victory.
The male Doctor had had very few visitors merely to try and maintain Gordon's dignity and also to avoid changing others perception of him. His colleagues were unaware of his true condition but had a fair idea of how the medication would affect him. Jill painted a positive picture, rarely wanting to face up to the real facts.
Apart from his wife there was one woman who wanted to see him almost as desperately. The woman missed his presence at work, his humour and caring personality; Sister Bridget. It was a well known fact between Mr & Mrs Ormerod that Sister had feelings for Gordon. Who could blame her? He was the sort of man any woman longed for.