“Are you sure you want to do this?” Her hand was weak and frail in mine.

​”I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I smiled at her, my beautiful, tenacious, fading child.

The doctor’s face was grave as he asked if I was ready to begin the procedure. I nodded my agreement and lay back on the bed, still holding my daughter’s hand.

I watched the monitors as our heartbeats syncopated: my strength becoming hers; her weakness mine.

analysis-cardiogram-diagnosis-1093161Originally published on Friday Flash Fiction, 23rd October 2018

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