What’s surprising to me is how surprised I am. It’s like a whole department of my brain, operating secretly, had been entirely convinced that the whole thing was an incredible cascade of never-to-be-believed-in-fiction coincidences. And now that the most reluctant doctor appears ready to move forward with treatment (though even that much is not decided)…well, it’s like Jay said. A tipping point.
It was like getting the bad news for the first time, all over again.
I hope my bosses don’t read this, because I will hereby admit publicly that I spent the entire afternoon watching the clock, pretending to work, as I stared into space, played Spider Solitaire, and thought about little tumor cells dividing, dividing, dividing… and counting the minutes till I could get out of there and return to the Witchnest.
Well. Onward.