Three Days Left to Live After My Suicide

Summary

The diagnosis was cancer. Testicular cancer. The surgery—a radical orchiectomy—was performed by my own mother, Diana Westcott, the Chief of Surgery at Veridian City’s most prestigious hospital.

I was barely out of the anesthesia when I heard the low voices of the assistant surgeon and a nurse.

“Professor Westcott actually went through with it, tricking her own son just to appease the little foster darling.”

“I know, right? And his wife, Blair, authorized it. They say he’s completely gutted now, missing two key parts. He’s ruined.”