Somehow she had managed to immerse herself in her work and avoid thinking about it and bad luck had decided to tag along with her and destroy her even more, even the little spirit that was left inside of her. With the diagnosis of breast cancer, what she felt was more than pain, she was in torment; there wasn’t any physical pain but she suffered emotionally. Chemotherapy had not helped to a great extent and when the only option that was given to her was surgery, she had felt like a shattered glass. She had spent sleepless nights and everything had gotten worse every time she looked at Akshar. She had worked with her doctor and had come up with options; she wanted to live, not just live, but to live her dream. She had dreamed of two things, to become an international top model and to be swept off by the man of her dreams and share her success and life with him. One of her dreams, had come true, her prince charming, they were in love and he wanted to marry her. Her other dream was at arms reach, but she never seemed to be able to reach it, but her prince charming was with her to help her out, to boost her confidence and she had it all, she had it all, until now!
Dr.Shilome smiled and asked her a couple of questions like when was her last period and if she had recently had sex and a few more like that and noted them down in her chart. “I don’t suspect anything probably a mild infection; our culture will clarify that in a couple of days. For now I would prefer not to give you anything since it might complicate things and give you fatigue. You seem to be doing well and I don’t want to add anything to it and disturb your immune system. In case if you feel pain I shall give you a prescription to comfort you. Schedule your next appointment you can cancel it if you can’t make it. Remember your health is very important. Have a good day”, she smiled and closed the door behind her. Carissa got up and got dressed, she had come in a very low profile, she didn’t want anyone to identify her, and she had picked out a baggy jeans pant and a casual t-shirt to go with it. She had carefully picked out one of the older shoes to go with it and made sure nothing popped out. She had got used to wearing a wig from the time she had started modeling so, now to hide her hair that she had lost due to chemotherapy was not a big deal to her. She was all set, but this time she knew, somehow she knew something was wrong, she felt it, she felt it so strong, all she wanted to spend some nice time with Akshar.