The surgeon's call

On Thursday, July 17th, the doctor who would be performing my surgery called. I remember the day well because, up to that point, I was adrift in a sea of anxiety. With no definite plan of action, I felt overwhelmed with fear of the unknown.

I was relieved to hear a sympathetic, caring, and confident person on the other end of the phone line. He assured me that he had looked at my biopsy reports and that this cancer could be cured. He told me that 10 years from now, I could be another cancer survivor helping out in fundraisers for other people. I remember telling him, "That's the goal."

My appointment for surgical consultation was made for the following Tuesday. Already, I was beginning to feel some relief, just to know that I was on the road to getting the tumor out.