After Briony was rushed to the hospital that day, the doctors confirmed her condition had taken a turn for the worse.

A week of desperate treatments followed-a brutal battle that barely snatched her life back from Death's grasp.

But Briony's illness was anything but typical, defying every expert's predictions.

There was a bitter divide among the doctors. Cedric Clarke had brought in a team of oncologists who insisted on chemotherapy. On the other side, Kendal Ellsworth and several other senior physicians trained in holistic medicine argued fiercely against it.

Their disagreements dragged on, neither side willing to back down.

In the end, it was Briony who made the call.

She refused chemo, opting instead for conservative management.

It was her right as a patient, and though the experts disagreed, they ultimately respected her choice.

Briony moved back into that small medical cottage.

Every day, Kendal would visit to perform acupuncture, and the air inside was thick with the scent of herbal remedies. Bowl after bowl of bitter medicine came and went without pause.

passed. Briony's illness was held at bay

barely keep down anything except a little plain porridge. Even when she forced herself to eat,

body. Eventually, they had no choice but to hook her up to

in her fight against the illness, time seeming

eye, a month had passed. Winter

skin now looked nearly translucent, the tiny blue veins beneath as clear as

her children visited

were coming, Briony would bundle herself up tightly and put

looked puzzled, the adults kept the truth from them. All they knew was that Mommy was

asked when

words, Briony felt

and gently distract

seemed to sense something was wrong and stopped

he'd gone through when his father was

take her medicine and eat more.

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