Posted by: 2in10 | 06/06/2010

three little letters, or powerful words (4)

After being hospitalized for low blood counts after my first chemotherapy treatment I talked my way out of the hospital. My blood counts were rising toward normal and my daughter, then age 11,  needed to see her pediatrician. I wanted to take her.

It turned out she had a small bump on her chest, and she was afraid she had breast cancer. When we got to the doctor’s office we were directed to a back hallway where we could wait away from the sick children in the waiting room.

When the doctor tracked us down she looked at the face mask and head scarf I was wearing and asked what was up. I told her I was being treated for ovarian cancer. “I had ovarian cancer,” she said.

I hadn’t heard anyone refer to ovarian cancer in the past tense. Here she was, young and beautiful, with shining eyes and soft curly hair, hard at work. H-A-D, she said, H-A-D.

What had been for me an unending, dark tunnel of despair now offered a glimmer of light. What a difference that little letter D made!  Again, powerful words. Thank you, Maggie.

Postscript: Medically my daughter was fine. She (and I) got reassurance, and the little bump, a superficial thing, went away completely.



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