The Specialist Who Saved My Heart
Language: en
On the day of high school graduation, in front of the entire class, I threw a thick stack of cash at Silas Carter’s feet. "I’m bored with this. Let’s call it quits." He knelt down, picking up the bills one by one. With a raspy voice, he said only one word: "Okay." By the end of summer, Silas boarded a train for Harvard. I boarded a flight out of state to begin a long, grueling journey of chemotherapy. Many years later, I returned home. I was lying in a hospital bed, my hair completely gone from the treatments. Just as I was busy picking out a wig on my phone, the ward door swung…