Several years ago I had a breast cancer scare. Five very long days and many specialists later, they decided that what they thought was a tumor was most likely nothing.
“Most likely” and “cancer” don’t go well together in the same sentence. In that instant I had become a vulnerable patient.
For days, my life – my future, my everything – seemed to be in suspension as a long holiday weekend passed and I waited anxiously for the answer from various specialists: Did I or did I not have cancer? Was I or was I not okay? My mind played tricks on me as I imagined the worst-case scenario. You see, when I went in for that exam, it never occurred to me that they might find something.
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