Have you ever had something happen that just rocked your world, or took out your legs from beneath you?
I experienced just that when the doctor recently called unexpectedly to say, “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you have cancer.”
I sat stunned for a few seconds before she broke into my wildly running thoughts, to ask if then was a good time to schedule surgery. I couldn’t think straight, much less talk on the phone and look at my calendar at the same time.
Yes, you read that right. I’m fairly certain I won’t ever forget the day I was diagnosed with cancer.
About a week earlier, I had shared what I thought was a very mild concern with my doctor. She then determined a biopsy was in order.
“A biopsy? Oh I hardly think all that is necessary,” I implored. Still she insisted.
“Okay—do as you like but I don’t think we need to make that big of a fuss over it. It’s more of an annoyance than anything.”
Honestly, I put it behind me and didn’t consider it again, until…
Even though this has been a year full of doctor appointments, surgeries, labor work, and chemotherapy treatments, I am grateful for all we’ve experienced and for those not so little things that I sometimes take for granted.
I looked up and met his kindly eyes. I had been avoiding them as I sat down, not sure what I would find.
“How are you?”
“Where shall we start?”
“How about the changes since last time.”
“Well, how is it that he lost weight with all the chemotherapy and the same amount of weight he lost, I gained.”
“Somehow I didn’t think that’d get by you, but the scales don’t exactly lie do they?”
He didn’t say anything. I think he knew that was a sensitive subject for me.