Her face was a mixture of professionalism and a flicker of disbelief. “Mrs. Thompson, may I speak with you alone for a moment?” she asked, glancing at Emma, who was doing her best to appear untroubled despite the fear in her eyes.
My heart hammered in my chest as I stepped into the hallway with Dr. Brooks. Her voice was low, almost reverent, as she spoke. “The scan… it revealed something abnormal. We found a mass, and it’s not small.”
“A mass?” I echoed, the words heavy in my mouth.
Dr. Brooks nodded. “We need to conduct more tests to determine exactly what it is—could be a cyst, could be something else. But it’s vital we act quickly.”
The world seemed to tilt on its axis, and my immediate thought was for Emma, still sitting alone in that stark room. “What do I tell her?” I asked, my voice breaking.
“Be honest,” Dr. Brooks said softly. “She needs to know that we’re doing everything we can to help her.”
I pushed back into the room, my heart splitting between fear and resolve. Emma looked up, her face pale and expectant. “What did she say?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I sat beside her, taking her cold hand in mine. “They found something, sweetheart. A mass. They’re not sure what it is yet, but they’re going to find out.”
Emma’s eyes widened, her mouth opening slightly as if to speak but no words came out. After a moment, she simply nodded, swallowing hard. “Is it… bad?” she eventually managed.
I squeezed her hand, desperate to infuse her with all the strength I could muster. “We don’t know yet, but we’re here, and we’re going to face whatever comes next together.”
The hours that followed were a blur of medical jargon, tests, and waiting. It felt as though time itself had cocooned us in uncertainty. Jason called once, grumbling about how long we were “shoe shopping.” I told him we’d talk later, my mind too occupied with the gravity of our situation to deal with his dismissiveness.
Finally, Dr. Brooks returned, her demeanor calm yet focused. “We have a better idea of what we’re dealing with,” she announced. “It looks like a teratoma—a type of tumor. The good news is that most are benign, but it’s imperative we remove it surgically.”
