The specialist hesitated for a moment, then, seeing the desperate hope in my eyes, nodded. "Yes, Mrs. York, as long as you cooperate with the treatment, there is a possibility of recovery."
My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught in my throat. No one wanted to die at such a young age.
I looked at the specialist with gratitude. "Thank you, doctor. I will cooperate fully with the treatment. Please, let me live."
The specialist exchanged a glance with the young assistant, then smiled reassuringly at me. "Don’t worry, Mrs. York, we will do our best."
My excitement was tempered by anxiety. "Doctor," I asked, "I've undergone tests before. Isn't late-stage bone cancer considered incurable? Have you developed a new treatment? How will you fight the cancer in my body?"
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