Chapter 5 - Uncovering The Hidden Medical Records
Mom went completely still at my words, a look of profound resignation passing over her weary, hollowed-out features.
“I didn't want to worry you,” she whispered, pulling her hand back gently to adjust the blanket over her chest. “You had that big presentation.”
“You could have died, Mom! Why didn't you tell us you had cancer surgery?” I cried out, my voice cracking with anguish.
She pointed a weak finger toward her leather travel tote tucked neatly beside the bedroom closet.
“The discharge papers are in the side pocket... read them if you want to know everything,” she murmured, turning her face toward the wall.
I stood up unsteadily, walking over to the bag and unzipping the worn leather compartment with trembling fingers.
A thick stack of hospital paperwork from a surgical center in Columbus fluttered slightly into my open palm.
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I flipped open the folder, my eyes scanning the stark medical terminology detailing an emergency bowel resection and stage-three malignancy.
She had been discharged barely two weeks before driving down I-85 to rescue me from my postpartum exhaustion.
