My oncologist is a long time friend of the family. He’s known me since I was about 4. He knew that the biopsy was happening, and Hill and I were in his office half an hour after getting the results. That could have gone pretty differently. I could have been faced with heading straight home to get on the computer and begin a search for an oncologist who could see me SOON and was covered by my insurance. I think that this probably did more to keep me level headed than any other single factor.
Of course there’s Hill. Hill walked into that little results meeting with me and sat down.
“can I speak in front of her?”
“of course.” (would I have invited her along if you couldn’t?)
“you have cancer.”
She has remained totally calm throughout. She sat with me and heard that I could end up sterile with a colostomy bag and didn’t flinch.