The Missing Link by Erica Pensini - HTML preview

Chapter 18

“The good news is that you’ve got nothing broken…”, the doctor tells me, holding my x-rays in a folder

“And what are the bad news?”, I ask, expecting some from the way she just spoke

“It’s not really bad news…”, she starts

I wait for her to continue

“It’s something I don’t fully understand now, and which requires a bit more investigation”, she concludes

“Ok, but what are you referring to, exactly?”, I insist

If she’s being so convoluted there must be something wrong.

She pulls out my x-rays and holds up one that shows part of my shoulder and part of my arm.

“Do you see, here?”, she asks, pointing at a small dot that I wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t pointed it out

I nod

“You said you’re not sure about what it is, but what is your guess?”, I ask

And I am thinking, cancer.

“I think we should extract it and analyze it”, is the diplomatic reply I get

“Ok”, I say

“We can do this tomorrow”, she states, although her tone makes the statement sound more like a question

I nod

“Tomorrow morning at 8”, she tells me

“What is the time now?”, I want to know

“It’s 5.30, we’ll bring you dinner in a moment”, she says

And sure enough few moments later I am lapping up a soup and realizing I am hungry, here and now, even though I could be dying of cancer tomorrow.