The nurse dimmed the lights and checked the drip, a quiet beep keeping time in the corner of the oncology ward. On the bed, a young man in a faded band T‑shirt scrolled his phone, pretending not to notice his mother’s eyes darting between the monitor and the doctor at the door. Cancer, once again, was a ghost in the room – everywhere and nowhere, invisible yet controlling every breath.
The doctor took a breath of his own before speaking. This time, he said, they had something different. Not a bigger hammer. A smarter trick.
A way to make the ghost show its face.








