Is this how it begins? The end?
The voice on the answering machine informs me that the results of my biopsy are in. Yet the doctor's office will be closed for the four-day weekend beginning in the morning. She says to call at my earliest convenience for the results. Four days from now.
If it were benign, she would have said so on the answering machine. I don't say anything. He doesn't say anything. Then he speaks,
"I'm sure it's nothing."
Does he really believe that or is that the only thing he could think to say?
He asks if I want a beer or wine. I don't drink anymore. I ask for white wine.
Suddenly the weekend plans to drive to the mountains to look at property seem meaningless. My dream retirement home vanishes before me.
I feel scared and hollow at the same time. Is this the beginning of the end?
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