THE ULTIMATUM
“If we start chemo now, the babies’ organs will fail,” the doctor explained.
Kayla looked at Charles. His face was a mask of pure agony.
“And if she waits?” Charles asked, his voice a whisper.
“She might not make it to the delivery room,” the doctor replied.
Sarah felt the four lives kicking inside her. They were active. They were fighting.
How can I choose my life over theirs?
The medical team begged her to reconsider. They called it “maternal preservation.”
Kayla looked at the white walls of the hospital. She smelled the iron in the air.
“No,” she said. Her voice was steady for the first time.
“I will not start the chemo. Not until they are out.”
The next three weeks were a living hell.
Kayla was no longer just a mother; she was a living shield.