The medieval times were in existence between the fifth and fifteenth century. This historical time period included inhabitants that were inexperienced in certain skills, including the skill of medical attention.
And cancer was a disease that required medical attention.
In the year 500 AD there was a medieval town. It was small and economically stable but with a rapidly decreasing population as its residents began dying due to unknown causes. The victim would develop pain within a tumor and result in a slow and painful death; cancer is what the doctor referred to it as.
The medieval town included a single doctor. He was unsanitary and unknowledgeable of modern medicine, but he was willing to help the town that seemed to lie on the outskirts of the world itself. The doctor studied the cancer and began to rapidly produce information during the ancient medieval times.
The cancer of the village expanded and the doctor’s intentions of treating it were triggered.
Victoria was a wife and a mother of two children, but only seventy-five percent of this particular family was considered healthy. The mother began to develop reoccurring pains in her right breast and inspection revealed a darkened mass of flesh upon it. There was a tumor, and Victoria could only hope for a benign diagnosis.
“Cancer,” was the doctor’s contradiction, and Victoria’s heart shattered as she imagined the horror of not being able to see her children grow up. Tears began to stream from her eyes and down her cheeks, and then the doctor continued. “But there is hope,” and Victoria’s head elevated and eye contact was achieved as the doctor explained his theory and hypothesis.
Surgery—the breast and its cancerous tumor will be removed entirely.
Therapy—poison will be induced and target the area of infection.
Radiation—extreme heat will be applied to the treated skin tissue.
The idea of treating cancer was new and risky, but perhaps it was a premature breakthrough and the survival rate of cancer may become well above zero.
The mother was given gruesome details of the doctor’s desired procedure—surgeon was a crude pseudonym for the doctor but a chance of survival was worth gold to Victoria. She agreed to the doctor’s terms and conditions and grasped a quill to apply her signature to a tattered piece of parchment as she signed the waiver.
Victoria lied sprawled across a wooden workbench with her wrists and ankles secured with constricting rope. She remained stationary and awake with the absence of an anesthetic but with the perseverance of the future. The doctor browsed through his hardware and obtained a hacksaw. Its frame was sturdy and its edge was sharp, ideal for medieval surgery (or torture).
The doctor applied the first incision and the blade began to devour Victoria’s breast. The rigid blades ran back and forth at the base of the breast and the blood began to seep from the flesh.
Victoria screamed. But her mind remained focused on the hopeful success of the treatment and she imagined her children growing up as she lied in agony staring at the candlelight fixture above. Her vision blurred with tears as a result of the excruciating pain and she gritted her teeth, biting her tongue in the process which drew blood as well.
Victoria produced gasping sobs as blood spurted from her mouth and the doctor continued the surgery with the blade unevenly cutting through the flesh. The doctor’s arm had become sore and his hand struggled to remain its grip as the saw progressed in jaggedly removing the breast.