“Five hundred thousand dollars? With more to come?” Liv was thunderstruck. “What the hell, Em?”
“Yeah, I know, right?” Emma tried to smile, but her hands were shaky as she put her cup of tea to her lips. “Chemo and spinal taps and stem cell transplants aren’t cheap, huh?”
“And I imagine that five weeks in isolation post-transplant was expensive, right?” Jenny asked.
“Oh, yeah. According to Helen Carrow, that’s what really racked up the numbers, actually. The isolation ward, the drugs afterwards, the twenty-four-hour care. But if I take into account chemo for the next six to eight months for sure, just that alone will push me up well over seven hundred thousand. Forget about my drugs and blood tests, and anything unexpected.”
“Fuck.” Kat’s green eyes were glittering. “This is bullshit.
