Here I want to commemorate the 78 minor characters who didn't make it past the last draft. Some were there from the very beginning, others were late addition. Essentialism is not only beneficial to our personal affairs, it's also significant in writing a tight story. The absence of minor characters make a story incomplete yet the overabundance of them make it a clusterfuck.
I didn’t have cancer. “The biopsy results are in,” the doctor started. “There were no cancerous cells.” I wanted to roll on the ground and kiss the floor that had seen too many patients but I kept my composure. A “thank you” didn’t even come out my mouth because I was rendered speechless.
After multiple doctors, too many hospital visits, too much money slashed out of my wallet, and too many big, soft, and smelly poops taken right after eating (side-effect of medication; sorry for ruining your dinner), my hospital quest was over. I didn’t have to go back to see those doctors anymore.