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"Joyce, I need to leave work at 10 o'clock today to go to the doctor's office." Trying not to show my nervousness the words come out fast. "Let me know what the doctor said", Joyce exclaimed as she walked back to her office. "O.k." was all I could say as she was walking off.
The doctor's office was crowded as I checked in at the front desk. "Do you have insurance?" the lady at the window asks several times before I realized she was talking to me. "I'm just here to talk to the doctor about my lab results" I squeaked, "Sign here, Please."
Sitting down was just about unbearable; wall to wall pregnant women, as far as the eye could see. "Was this what the doctor was going to tell me, that he made a mistake while doing my partial hysterectomy and now I was pregnant? No; that couldn't be it! It's been a year since I had surgery. So, what was so important that he couldn't tell over the phone? May be the endometriosis came back; yes, that was it, it had to be. Why wasn't my name being called?" It had been 20 minutes since I signed in. Waiting when uncertainty was on one side of the door and clear was on the other, waiting was the hardest thing to do.
"Selena Gibson" the nurse called out after opening the closed door. I stood up and quickly moved forward toward the nurse. Stepping through the door I was ask to turn to the right and go down the hallway. Walking down the long stretch dragging my feet along the way I was scared to find out what the doctor was going to say. Turning to the left the room looked impersonal and cold. I was asked to seat in the chair and wait till the doctor came in with the results.
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The internet is a great tool to do research but sometimes it is better just not knowing and believing what the doctor told you. While doing my search every sight that came up said the same thing "deadly". The type of cancer I was labeled with had a very low survival rate. By the time, in most cases, the cancer is discovered it has done spread to other parts of the body leaving no hope for containment. This can't be right the doctor said surgery; it was contained, so why do the web sites say different. I turned the computer off and looked at my husband with tears in my eyes, "I don't want to die."
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