My specialist leans forward in his chair, a blank expression on his face. His brown eyes gaze intently into mine. During a moment of silence, I am suddenly overwhelmed by fear and trepidation, so I break eye contact. I run my tongue over parched lips while perspiration dampens my forehead. My beloved husband places a protective arm around my waist and pulls me closer. I feel blessed to have his love, support, strength, and compassion. As I process the words, “Ivy, your cancer is in remission,” a tear rolls down my cheek. I will live my life to the fullest.
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