breast cancer fiction books

Earth, 22nd Century The incurable cancer that served as a nightmare for people one century ago is now just a rare but curable disease. With the world’s development, there are now cures for all types of cancer. The Earth is now a planet with no more people suffering from cancer. Except for Zen. Diagnosed with a mutated cancer that was the only one of its kind at an early age, he sank in despair. That was until an opportunity which turned his curse into a blessing presented itself. What power would Zen gain from the disease that plagued him since his childhood? *** The art is not mine, all credits to the original artist.

Five years after marrying my dream girl, her first love came back into the picture. The good news? I won five million dollars. The bad news? I was diagnosed with cancer and didn't have long to live. No chance to enjoy my newfound wealth. In the less than three months I had left, I played the role of the perfect husband and father every single day. But I still lost to her first love, Not only did he steal my wife's heart, but even my daughter wanted to call him 'Dad'. Right up until I left this world. My dream

After my husband's business went bankrupt, I received a late-stage breast cancer diagnosis. To raise money for treatment, I sold all my jewelry and clothes, and even borrowed $100,000. When I returned home, I noticed a string of numbers had appeared above my husband's head. Every time he spent money on another woman, the number above his head would increase by one. As I watched the numbers above his head constantly increasing, I realized his bankruptcy was just a lie! He had his arm around my cousin's shoulders, his face animated with excitement. "Don't worry, once that bitch is dead, I'll buy you a huge diamond ring!" But what he didn't know was— The one with breast cancer was him!

I used to devote everything to Natalie—working three jobs to put her through school, ignoring my own dreams, enduring a wrecked stomach from skipped meals. But she chose Brandon, driven by ambition and his family’s influence, leaving me heartbroken. I returned to my small hometown, where I met Lucy after saving her from a heart episode on a mountain. She stuck by me when I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, supporting me through surgery and recovery, showing me quiet, steady care I’d never had. When she confessed her love, I realized this was the love I deserved. I asked her to be my mate.

For three years, Emerie had been married to Allan, the son of an Alpha. Allan had always believed it was Emerie who drugged him, forcing him into the marriage. Determined to divorce her, he chose to be with her sister Jolene instead. But what he didn’t know was that Emerie was already terminally ill when she left him. When Allan finally uncovered the truth and desperately searched for her—could he still win her back?

I was lying on the hospital bed, vomiting blood for the third time, while he was carefully asking Pure Love how many grams of brown sugar the traditional medicine needed. The nurse urgently pressed for payment, and I had to call Eames nine times before he finally answered. When Eames showed up, he impatiently slapped his bank card on the bedside table, "Sophie still needs to rest. Stop bothering me with these little tricks of pretending to be sick." I curled up under the blanket, clutching my stomach cancer diagnosis, listening to him talk on the phone with Sophie, his voice so tender it could drip water. "Don't be afraid, I'll be right there." Ten minutes later, my phone displayed Sophie's latest social media post. The girl was holding a caviar brown sugar pot, happily writing, "It feels so good to be cherished by someone." My heart twisted like a knife, and I completely gave up hope. I immediately crossed out the family member section on the death notice and, with tears in my eyes, signed my own name.

Dalton Murphy and his friends start to change the course of crime in his hometown in California.

My husband's childhood sweetheart had a check-up at my hospital and was unfortunately diagnosed with cervical cancer. After triple-checking, I took the report home to urge her to start treatment immediately. Not only did she refuse to believe it, but she also wrapped her arms around my husband's neck and slowly sat on his lap, acting coy. "Tiernan, is sister just bitter that she can't have children herself, so she can't stand to see me happy?" My good intentions were completely disregarded. I looked at her provocative gaze and laughed bitterly in anger. My husband, who usually dotes on me endlessly, furrowed his brow in clear disapproval. What he said next left me frozen in place. "Lacey, when did you become so vicious?" "How dare you curse Scarlett with infertility."

A 15 year old girl named Lorna is kidnapped by a deranged woman named Mrs. Hilma, who is obsessed with having a baby. However, instead of abducting a real infant, Mrs. Hilma chooses Lorna and forces her to live as her baby. Lorna is dressed in diapers, fed baby food, cradled, and even forced to be breastfed. Mrs. Hilma also changes Lorna's real name to Poppy. Every day, Lorna was treated like a real baby, diapered, spoon-fed baby porridge, swaddled so tightly she couldn't move, rocked in someone's arms, and even forced to breastfeed directly from the woman's breast. Every attempt to resist only led to punishment, reinforcing the harsh reality that she no longer had control over her body or identity. Imprisoned in a sealed-off house, forced to exist as nothing more than an infant, and claimed by a deranged woman as her "child," Lorna must escape before her mind shatters and she is lost to Poppy forever.

Five years ago, at a ski resort in Aspen, I saved an amnesiac Liam Kingston. For him, it was love at first sight. Five years later, we were married. But on the second day of our marriage, his memory returned. And his fiancée from the prominent Vanderbilt family, Chloe, appeared at his side. His assistant handed him a private investigator's report. The report spun a tale of me orchestrating the skiing accident, a deliberate scheme to marry into wealth. It even claimed Chloe's chronic illness had relapsed from the stress of his disappearance. Liam believed every word. He pulled Chloe into a pained embrace, then slapped me hard across the face, accusing me of being the one who had truly harmed her. He put me under house arrest in the penthouse, cutting me off from the outside world entirely. Three months later, when Liam saw me again, I was hiding a cancer diagnosis. I simply handed him the divorce papers. "Let's get a divorce, Liam." ...