Nadine Pov
The sun was setting as I parked my car in the driveway. I sighed heavily as I stepped out, feeling the weight of the tiring day.
I had spent hours at the hospital, desperately trying to find a solution for one of my young cancer patients.
Today has been particularly challenging. The patient was a 12-year-old boy named James.
He had been battling leukemia for months, and the chemotherapy treatments were not yielding the desired results.
It was devastating to know that this sweet, innocent child was not responding to the treatment.
As I entered my quiet house, I couldn't help but think about James and his parents. Seeing the pain in their eyes when they received the news about his condition was heart-wrenching.
The uncertainty and fear that followed took a toll on everyone
