Monday, November 23, 2009

A lump in my throat as well

I struggled to keep my expression neutral as I stared at her breast in disbelief.  Peau d’orange the picturesque name, the red skin tense, dimpled by cancer.

“Let’s get a surgical consult,” I said, my voice light. “Today.”

Ten years later, she brought me a bottle of fine red wine to toast the joy of her survival.

1 comment:

A Doc 2 Be said...

Greater than hearing the baby's first heart beat... of parents who had already miscarried twice.

Congrats on a joyous day!