The Specialist Who Saved My Heart

Summary

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 open.