I Hate That Word

The nurse smiled and asked me to pull up my sleeve. I exposed the crook of my elbow and got ready to have my blood drawn for tests. This was all routine I had been assured, but there was still a knot in my stomach I could not shake.

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I finally was called into the doctor’s office. He looked at me and said a word I will never forget. “I am sorry to say that your test results were worrisome.” Then he told me about the cancer I had. To this day I still cringe when I hear that word.

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