‘I Won’t Operate on Him,’ Our Doctor Said When She Saw My Barely Conscious Son – I Almost Fainted When I Heard Why

I’m still trying to process everything that happened last week. My life changed forever in that hospital corridor but let me start from the beginning.

I’ve spent the last 15 years working at FortMan’s Grocery, ringing up groceries and sharing small talk with our regulars.

I’ll be honest, it’s not the most glamorous job, but it helps pay the bills and lets me give my son Brian everything he needs. Plus, my supervisor Janet is understanding about all the time off I need lately for my husband’s doctor appointments.

Jason, my husband, hasn’t been doing well. It all started six months ago when the doctor diagnosed him with Alzheimer’s.

At first, he didn’t need much assistance, but things have quickly worsened with time.

Some days, he does everything on his own. However, he’s been asking me to be there with him lately.

Moreover, I’ve witnessed some strange moments where he just stares at me with teary eyes.

“What happened sweetheart?” I’d ask.

“I’m so sorry, Gracie,” he’d say. “I’m just so sorry.”

I tried to get answers the first few times it happened.

“Sorry for what, honey?” I’d ask, hoping he’d tell me what’s going on in his mind.

But he’d just look at me with those sad, confused eyes and shake his head. “I just… I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby,” I’d say, though it broke my heart every time. I figured it was just the disease talking, unaware of how wrong I was.

Looking after Jason made me feel heartbroken, but one person always lights up my world — my 15-year-old boy, Brian.

I feel so proud watching him grow into this wonderful young man.

While other boys his age get into trouble or are mean to girls, my Brian holds doors open for people and helps old Mrs. Jenkins with her groceries when she comes to our store.

He’s got such a good heart. He’s almost as kind as his daddy used to be before the illness took hold.

Brian’s always been healthy too — barely even catches a cold. So, when he started complaining about stomach pain a few weeks ago, I didn’t worry too much at first.

“Probably just something you ate,” I told him, rubbing his back.

Last Tuesday night, I found him curled up in his bed.

“Mama, it hurts so bad,” he whimpered.

My boy never complains, so seeing him like that sent me into panic mode.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I said while helping him stand up. “Let’s go to the hospital. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

I rushed him to the hospital near our place and told the staff in the emergency room about his symptoms.

They quickly took him in and ran tests to discover what was wrong. Meanwhile, I sat beside my baby, telling him everything would be fine.

After what felt like hours, a young female doctor walked in with his test results. Her name tag said “Dr. Melissa,” and looked like she was 30.

I’d seen her around the hospital before, always wearing a kind smile. But this time was different.

I was surprised to see how her smile faded when she saw us. It felt like she wasn’t expecting us or something about our presence made her extremely uncomfortable.

I watched as she checked Brian’s chart once, looked at me, and back at the chart. Her hands trembled slightly as she read his name and then looked at us with wide eyes.

“Your son, uh…” she began. “He has a severe case of appendicitis and needs immediate surgery.”

I felt relieved to find out what was wrong with Brian, but my feelings immediately changed when I heard her next sentence.

“I won’t operate on him,” she said.

“What? Why not?” I stood up, my voice rising. “He needs help now!”

She looked at me with this strange expression, like she was seeing a ghost. “Don’t you know?”

I just stared at her blankly. I had no idea what was going on.

Then, she took a deep breath and said, “I can’t operate on him because… he’s my brother.”

I thought I must have heard wrong. This had to be some kind of sick joke.

But Dr. Melissa’s face was dead serious as she called over another surgeon and handed over Brian’s file.

“Dr. Chen, please take this case,” she said professionally, then turned to me. “Gracie, we need to talk privately. Please.”

I didn’t want to leave Brian alone in the room, but Dr. Melissa insisted I come with her. Besides, I was curious to find out why she said Brian was her brother. Dozens of questions popped up in my mind as I followed her to a consultation room.

“Please sit down,” she said. “Would you like to have something? Water? Coffee?”

“I just want to find out why you think my son is your brother! You’re driving me crazy!”

“Alright, Gracie,” she said in a serious tone. “Please calm down.”

I took a deep breath and folded my arms.

“So, your husband, Jason…” she began. “He’s my father.”

“How is that even possible?” I interrupted.

“You see, he had someone in his life before you,” she calmly explained. “My mother. They had me after a few years of being together, but I don’t know what happened between them when Jason decided to walk out of our lives 17 years ago.”

“Seventeen years ago?” I asked. “That’s around the time I met him.”

“Yeah, that’s probably why he left us. He wanted to be with you. His new love interest.”

“But that’s impossible,” I mumbled. “Jason never… he would have told me if…”

I looked straight into her eyes. I wasn’t ready to believe her. What if she was making this all up?

“What proof do you have to support your claims?” I asked. “Why should I trust you?”

Dr. Melissa smiled and turned around to pick up her phone from the desk.

“I can prove I’m his daughter,” she said. “And I’m sure that would be enough for you to believe me.”

I watched as she scrolled down on her phone for a few seconds before handing it to me.

“You can see for yourself,” she said.

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at the photo.

A younger Jason was standing in a park holding a little girl in his arms. The photo quality wasn’t too great, but it was enough for me to recognize my husband. It was him, and the girl with him was the young woman standing in front of me.

“This… this is unbelievable,” I said while handing the phone to her.

“I was about three when he disappeared,” she continued. “Mom tried everything to find him, but it was like he’d vanished into thin air. We didn’t have money for a private investigator, and back then, there wasn’t any social media to help us search.”

My heart sank as I realized Jason never told me any of this. He perfectly hid his past from me for 17 years. Not once did he let me feel like I wasn’t the first woman in his life he shared a child with.

It hurt knowing he had already felt the joy of becoming a father before Brian came into this world.

I felt betrayed, confused, and heartbroken all at once.

“By the time I tracked him down and saw he had a new family here… I was too hurt to reach out,” she continued.

“I had no idea,” I whispered. “But we can’t even ask him now. Jason has Alzheimer’s. He barely remembers us, let alone anything from before we met.”

Suddenly, I remembered Jason’s apologies — the ones he had been making after the diagnosis.

“Oh God… now I know why he’s been apologizing to me…”

Dr. Melissa leaned forward. “What do you mean?”

I explained his constant apologies, and how he’d try to say sorry but could never tell me why.

“It must have been his subconscious mind,” I said. “The guilt trying to surface even when he couldn’t remember the details.”

“That explains so much,” she nodded. “I guess I always carried some resentment, not just for him but… for you too. I thought you were the reason he left.”

“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I never wanted to take anyone’s family away. I wish I’d known about you sooner.”

She smiled. “I’m sorry too. I jumped to conclusions for so many years. But none of this is your or Brian’s fault. I’ll make sure he gets the best care possible, even though I can’t operate myself since he’s family.”

Brian’s surgery went perfectly. During his recovery, Dr. Melissa visited daily to make him feel better.

Yesterday, she came over for dinner.

I felt so happy watching her show Brian her medical textbooks and share how she always wanted to be a doctor.

Meanwhile, Jason just stared at them while sitting in his favorite chair. I thought he hadn’t recognized her until he reached for her hand when she got up to leave.

“I’m sorry,” he said as tears welled in his eyes.

Instead of asking him why he abandoned her, Dr. Melissa kissed his forehead.

“I know, Daddy,” she whispered. “I know.”

Now, my family might not look like I thought it would, but it’s bigger and stronger. I just wish Jason could understand how his guilt helped us come together.

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