My ex-husband's nightmare - Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Lydia
I adjusted on my seat leaning out to hear the report. He pushed the brown envelope to me.
“What did the report say?” I asked, looking down at it without touching it. Fear has begun to crawl into my skin with the look on the doctor's face.
He wasn't smiling. He just held a solemn look on his face. I had a bad feeling about this.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
I picked up the envelope without opening it. The name of the hospital and the address were in one corner of it.
“Her kidney has become bad,” he stated. “We knew this before,” I replied.
We knew it from birth.
It was what we talked about earlier. He shook his head as if to tell me what he meant. This time was different.
“You have to understand that this is not the end of the world. With the fear in your eyes, I will advise that you hold yourself as I tell you this.” He continued, and I nodded a bit too briskly, urging him to carry on.
“Melanie will need a kidney transplant.” My world stopped, my eyes widened.
“What did you say?” I asked not because I didn't hear him but because I wanted to allow him to change the message.
Or maybe I didn't hear him properly.
“I'll keep an eye out for a kidney.” He had said the last test would decide the type of treatment, but a part of me had held my heart, hoping it wasn't a transplant. I guess I am not as lucky as I wanted to be.
I blinked rapidly, trying to send back the tears that were threatening to fall.
It was bad, I knew it but I never thought it had gotten to that stage.
Over the years with Melanie and with us always being in the hospital, I've come to know a lot about kidney disease and all.
This can't be the fifth stage.
My entire body trembled, “I am not ready to lose my daughter, doctor.” I placed both hands together, rubbing them.
“You won't lose her. She will get better with a kidney.” His voice was calm as he spoke.
I shook my head.
“I’ve heard of cases where the patients were able to curtail their sickness, and it never rose more than stage three. Why is Melanie's situation different?” I wanted to know.
I've successfully held back my tears, but it didn't stop my heart from being ripped apart.
I wished this upon myself a thousand times more than for my baby.
Oh, my poor baby!
I placed the envelope on my lap.
The doctor lounges forward and clasps his hands together.
“Melanie is just five; you know she also has hypertension, and the fluid buildup from her failing kidneys has started affecting her heart. it is straining the heart; if we want to keep her alive, then we'll need a kidney transplant.” He explained, his voice soft.
His eyes held a gentle look, but I couldn't hold it for long; I felt I would break down completely.
“We can have the surgery; I am ready to give you any amount you want.” All my fortune. I just want my baby to be fine.
I rubbed my palm on my lap, “how fast can we get the transplant done?”
“We’ll have to search for a kidney that matches hers.” He said, I nodded, he continued, “but it is not always easy to get one. It will take two or three months.” He said.
I felt my heart tightened.
Tears slid down my face, and he passed a tissue to me.
“I'm sorry about this.” He said. I took the tissue and dabbed my cheeks with it. It quickly became soaked from tears.
“Does Melanie…” my voice broke. The question was in my head but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
“Does Melanie have up to that time? Will my girl be able to hold on before then?’
I had to know.
“Yes. In typical cases, she should. For now, we'll watch her condition.” He said.
As I walked back to Melanie's room, I felt my pain transform into anger.
Why was this happening?
Melanie is so young. She has never hurt anyone in her life, so why does she have to go through all this?
Why do I have to watch my daughter experience this?
Isn't it time for my suffering to end?
My mind reverts back to the time when they were just babies, still in the incubator.
I was close to the room, but my legs couldn't carry me. I ignored the weird looks thrown at me by some people passing by.
Most of them had bigger issues, but they had the time to judge me with their eyes, not that I minded.
My legs suddenly grew weak.
I didn't want to go into the room with puffy eyes. The last thing I wanted was to make them worried.
I planned to keep this news away from them.
I won't tell them until I find a suitable kidney for transplant.
My shoulder shook. I rested my hand in my lap, leaning forward, I propped my face with my palm. While sitting on the bench.
When I thought I had had enough, I stood and dried my eyes.
I raised my phone to my eye level to check the condition of my eyes.
It was puffy but better than before, plus I could easily make an excuse.
Immediately, the door opened, and I walked into the room. Mom planted a kiss on Melanie's head, “they said she can be discharged tomorrow. I want to go prepare for her return. We are celebrating.”
“Yay! Victory ice cream!.” Liam cried, “I'll go with granny.” He said. I had no problem with it.
Immediately they left, Mia walked in.
“Ma'am, the contract for the land has been approved. We got the land.”