MidReal Story
Trina Anderson,
Scenario: Trina Anderson, a personal shopper for cancer patients, helps her client Samantha feel beautiful after a year of battling cancer, and considers expanding her business by hiring a full-time employee; meanwhile, Jackson Reed, an architect and heir to a billionaire, faces criticism from his family about a failed investment and clashes with his aunt over his capabilities in the business.
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I smoothed my hair and checked my reflection in the mirror, a nervous flutter in my stomach.
It was just one client, but she was special.
Today was dedicated to her, and I’d been preparing for this day since I met her.
Since the first time she walked through my door.
Samantha had been battling cancer for a year and three months.
I’d been shopping for her for over a year now.
She was only twenty-eight and had already been through so much.
But she was amazing—strong, resilient, and so very kindhearted.
I was proud to call her my friend.
The door to my studio swung open and she walked inside, her small frame lost in the oversized sweater that hung off one shoulder.
Her short brown hair framed her face and bright red lipstick was the only makeup she wore.
She loved makeup but found it hard to wear with the chemo treatments.
Her wide smile lit up her face, and I couldn’t help but return it.
I’d missed her like crazy.
“Samantha.” I rushed to hug her before leading her to the chair in the corner of my studio.
“God, it feels like forever since I’ve seen you.”
She nodded and let out a weary sigh as she settled into the chair.
“It has been forever.”
I took her hand in mine and squeezed it gently.
“How are you feeling?”
She shrugged one shoulder and shook her head as if it were too overwhelming to even answer.
“Not great, honestly.I’m tired of being tired all the time.”
Samantha had been through multiple rounds of chemo over the past year, as well as radiation and several surgeries.
But the tumors kept spreading, so she had no choice but to continue with treatment.
The cancer had spread from her breast to other parts of her body over the course of her treatments, but she wasn’t ready to give up yet—I wasn’t ready to give up on her yet.
“I’m sure you are, honey.” I squeezed her hand again and sat down across from her.
“Have you heard back from any of the clinical trials?”
She shook her head and let out a heavy sigh before finally meeting my gaze.
“Not yet.But I’m still holding out hope that one of them will work, and I’ll finally be able to beat this thing.
I have to keep going, Trina.I can’t give up now.”
And that was what I loved most about her.
She never gave up.
Even when things looked their worst, Sam kept going.
She held onto hope and fought every single day.
She was a true inspiration, and I was honored to be a part of her journey.
“I’m proud of you, Sam.You’re amazing, and I know you’ll beat this thing.”
Her cheeks turned pink, and she looked down at her lap, a small smile on her lips.
“Thank you.And thank you for doing this today.I really need to get out and do something normal for a change.”
“You’re welcome, honey.
You know anything you need, I’m here for you.” I gave her hand another squeeze before letting it go and standing up.
“Now, let’s get started, shall we?”
I walked over to my computer and checked the schedule for the day.
