When Fear Becomes a Date on the Calendar
I have been avoiding posting an update because once I put the words out there, it makes everything feel even more real—and that reality still scares me. The June 5 appointment with the urologic oncologist came and went. When I arrived, I was asked to provide a urine sample for the urinalysis and urine culture, and then we were taken to a room overlooking a beautiful courtyard. I found myself grateful for that view. There is something tender about the way some cancer centers try to soften the edges of fear with light, trees, and open space. That day, I was nervous and trying to hold onto every question I wanted to ask, even though my mind felt crowded with fear. My husband was my rock. He asked the questions he knew were sitting in my chest, and he kept checking in to make sure he had not missed anything. My doctor never told me not to Google. Instead, he asked whether I had read about treatment options for renal cell carcinoma. I nodded, and he gently reviewed everything anyway. There ...