Your tumor was operable when I met you and for the entirety of first year.
Removed her tumor, immortalized her and now, could comfort her with a single touch.
What is of interest to you: the tumor in her head is formed around a soul.
He offered her a choice: to cure the inoperable brain tumor killing her or to outright kill her before she declined, whichever outcome she preferred.
In it was her bucket list, a list of things she hoped to do before she died from the terminal brain tumor she no longer possessed.
The knowledge made her want to scream, knowing she'd spent years blindly letting him talk to her like this and encourage her with pretty words, while he ensured the tumor in her head killed her.
"Andre said your tumor is gone," Gabriel said.
He couldn't have the tumor – or half her brain missing – when he revived her.
I made him a deal to take the tumor out.
"I want Wynn to verify your tumor is gone," he added.
What if the tumor wasn't gone?
The whole reason he'd avoided her was because of Wynn's warning – pleasure kills – a reminder that Deidre's tumor was connected to her emotions.
The worst case scenario – that she died of a tumor – was no longer possible.
It was hard to imagine she had a tumor in her brain the half the size of her fist.
Based on her medical records, the tumor didn't grow until she hit puberty and didn't interfere with her ability to function before a few years ago, Wynn started.
To save you, I need to remove the tumor Wynn caused to expand in your head.
Your life in exchange for keeping the tumor I remove.
The only difference is that you will not have a tumor killing you.
No tumor, nothing to stop them from working through whatever issues they had to make a life together.
Her brain tumor never seemed like a blessing before now.
The tumor is still growing, which means there is still a chance at cognitive deterioration.
He'd pushed her away in order to keep the tumor from growing.
Deidre had bartered for Darkyn to remove the tumor and to do so without pain.
Andre confirmed that her tumor was gone, which meant they had a chance at a healthy relationship.
Happiness causes her pain, the tumor to grow and eventually, death.
It was getting more difficult to keep his distance from his mate, and he hated knowing he'd have to hurt her emotionally to prevent the tumor from growing too fast.
"You have a tumor," Toby said, dismayed.
He was left feeling dirty, like he was leading her on with enough encouragement to keep her from taking matters into her own hands but not so much that her tumor grew.
I deperately hoped that the canceroustumor was not malignant.
The tumor in my head had a soul in it.