Cancer, confirmed

I bumped into Dr. Awesome in the hallway while she was in scrubs and I was on my way for an MRI.  We both did double takes.  She changed course, grasped my hand, looked me in the eye and said, “I don’t have all your pathology yet, but I got the lymph node back.  It’s positive.”

“Okay,” nodding.  I expected this.  This is what I need: information, diagnosis, analysis, plan, treatment, shrinkage, dying cancer cells, annihilation.

She turned to continue to her other patient, “I’ll see you tomorrow, we’ll make a plan.”

The MRI technician I was with was critical of her delivery in the middle of a hallway.  I, however, am thankful.  I was prepared for this; Dr. Awesome prepared me for this.  I want truth and speed and action.  I don’t want rose-colored glasses, I want to be present.  This is my life.