Why is it that I am always prompted to write more when things are troubling me or that it's not something pleasant?
Today while out in downtown State Collge enjoying some lunch, a phone call from an unrecognized number rings. "Hello"... and the conversation begins. The doc is looking for pop to inform him of the CAT Scan results. Talking to me is the same, so I was the first that heard those words that we've dreaded..."there's an ill-defined mass"... so has the cancer come back or is it just a tumor? When will he do the biopsy in the next exam? How many were there?
Will a PET Scan be scheduled?
One question after the other. I am not surprised of the news. I had a bad feeling several weeks ago, my right eye just started jumping again. Why is it that mom and pop don't seem to be able to get a break. How am I going to tell him?
What will he think? Will pop get really depressed? Will he think of the worst? Will he ....
Until we know whether the mass is malignant or not, we shouln't jump to conclusions. The oncologist will tell us.
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