I was thinking about something today.

I was thinking about the day I got the call confirming that my biopsy showed cancerous cells.  You know that stereotypical way in which movie or television characters get bad news? The music gets louder, and lips start moving, but we don’t hear the words, which seems to indicate the character doesn’t hear what else is being said.  It makes for very dramatic storytelling, but that’s exactly how it was for me.  She told me, “Unfortunately, cancer cells are present…” and that is all I heard. I mean, I heard her talking, but none of the words made sense.  It was like I had water in my ears.  I remember looking up and locking eyes with my law partner, Scott, who was standing across from me.  He came over to hug me, I started to cry, and hung up the phone.  I’m not even sure that she was finished talking.  Now I know why they had me set up all my appointments ahead of time, just in case. I was in no state to do it then.

I knew she was going to call and tell me that.  They had essentially told me I had cancer the day of the biopsy. But there was something significant about hearing her says those words. I needed to hear it in order to accept it.

I don’t know why I thought about that, but it has been on my mind all day.  It is obviously something I will always remember.

That was almost 4 months ago.