The words blurr before me, I blink and focus. “Do you have any of the following medical issues?”
Cancer. I have cancer.
I have a past, a history, a story. When it is explained, it doesn’t seem so bad. I am in the hands of the top doctors in the world under the supervision of the top elite equipment. I am monitored, scanned, and studied. At this point, it can be seen as a blessing. I am watched so closely that it is not life threatening.
But the paper work does not ask for an explanation, it just asks for that word. That one word. I write it down.