The machines kept making the same quiet sounds.
Beep… beep… beep…
I thought about everything.
My children.
My husband.
My home.
The small moments I used to think were normal… but now felt so important.
And then… I remembered.
The thing I said before the surgery.
The secret I was hiding.
I slowly reached for my phone.
My hands were still weak, but I managed to open my messages.
There was a group chat.
My family.
I stared at it for a long time.
Then I started typing.
“I need to tell you something…”
I stopped.
My fingers were shaking.
This was the truth I was afraid to say.
The truth I thought I might never have to say… if I didn’t wake up.
But now… I did.
And that meant I had to face it.
I closed my eyes for a moment.
Then I continued typing.
“I knew about this… before the surgery.”
