Feathers in the Moonlight (English)

Chapter 8

A pair of almond eyes glancing with irritation on a wrist watch, it was 10:00 AM and Rodney was an hour early in his appointment with his doctor. Ten minutes before, he walked back and forth outside the room and now he was sitting on the patient's chair in front of the table. He kept checking at the time when suddenly the door opened and Dr. Valle entered the room with an envelope in his hand.

"Good morning, Doc." greeted Rodney as he rose up on his seat. His face could not have seen any expression.

"Yes, please sit down, Mr. Janzen." Dr. Valle calmly instructed.

"Doc, please go straight to the point. What's the degree of my condition?" Rodney could not wait for any further to know his health condition.

"Rodney, I was not the only one who evaluated your system. In fact, I also sent the sampling to other health facilities abroad and to my colleague here in our country. After one month of intensive evaluation, we arrived at the same conclusion..." the doctor was still calm as he explained the procedure of evaluation to Rodney.

"Was it negative or positive?" Rodney's thick eyebrows arched.

"Mr. Janzen, I am not God to give you the exact date, but probably six or three months from now. The tumor in your brain is getting bigger and its toxin is spreading rapidly. If we will proceed to operation, you will only have 50% chance to live." Explained the doctor while showing him the outcome of the test they had made.

It was like a bomb which blasted all over his head, its sound still remained echoing into his senses. He could not speak for it was not what he wanted to hear. All his life, he'd been taking care of his health seriously so as not to experience the same fatal illness brought about genetic transmission among his family and relatives. He thought he could have the chance to change his fate, he thought he could make it right. He was only thirty-five and opportunities were just starting to pour out, then he asked himself "Why".

"Mr. Janzen, I wish I could decrease your burden, but I'm hoping that this medicine would lessen the pain." continued Dr. Valle while handing him the prescription letter.

He was apprehended to receive it, but he had no option. He took a deep breath before keeping it in his pocket.

"Doc, my clients are still waiting for me in the office. I have to go." After saying that, he stood up and stretched his arm to shake hands with the doctor.

Rodney left the room with a heavy heart. He strolled on the hallway down to the ground floor not minding the people who were looking at him. The shades he wore hid the anger on his expressive eyes. His wavy hair covered his face full of questions. Neither his Americana attire would not tell how he felt that day. After a while, he was headed into his car, opened it and hurriedly sat on the driver's seat. He stared at the side mirror for a few seconds with blank expression before he started the engine, clutched the gear and held the steering wheel. In a split second, he drove the car fast; only the dust remained flying through the air.