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// Meadow of Flower 
// Story: Lily 
// by Platen Rhyme 
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Today was nothing out of the ordinary, a few years have passed and each day was nothing special. Same problems, different patients. I clocked into work thinking nothing out of the ordinary. I picked up my first file and read the patients name and diagnosis. What I read straightened my face.Her name was Lily, Lily Flower. Her photo was of a face I couldn't forget. It was the face of the newborn baby I had assisted with years ago. I slowly eased into the room, forgetting to focus on the diagnosis. As I walked into the room the young filly, no more than 8 years of age turned her head to me with a small smile.

I closed the door behind me and put on a smile. I approached the bed and set the file on the stand beside me. Before I could introduce myself the filly spoke out.
“Hello”
Her gentle voice caused a smile to appear. 
“Hello there young lady, I'm nurse Redheart. You might not remember me but I most certainly remember you.”
Lily cocked her head a bit to the side as if she was trying to remember me. She started to slowly shake her head.
“I don't. Who are you?”
I walked over and opened the blinds letting in the morning sunlight.
“I helped bring you into this world. Its good to see you so grown up.”
Lily smiled a bit and blushed. I grabbed her file once again and before I looked inside I looked up at the mother.
“So what are you guys here for today? A yearly check up?”
Both Lily and her mothers smile both left their faces. A little worried but curious, I peered into the manila file. What I read made my stomach drop.

On the line for Diagnosis I read the following words “LYMPHOSARCOMA”. This is the disease of the lymph tissue. The lymph tissue becomes cancerous, often starting with one lymph node and spreading to others. In simpler words, it was a pretty serious cancer among ponies. I slowly closed the file and set it back on the stand. I didn't know how to react. Silence has covered the room like a maternal blanket. Cancer wasn't something I understood much of. I slowly excused myself from the room as soon as the doctor entered. Making sure to get the schedule of Lily’s upcoming appointments.