She stopped us as we walked out of her office, and said, “Wait here.”
A few seconds later, she handed me a stack of reading material.
“Here you go.” “There is some good information in here for you.”
For just a brief moment, I was taken back to a memory of receiving another mound of information in a doctors office. 24 years prior to this one.
Back then it was for a new pregnancy = new life.
This time it was for c.a.n.c.e.r = beating death.
I didn’t look at what was in the pile as we left the office, I just glanced down at the crochet pink ribbon attached to a bookmark laying on the top, donated by a local church.
I was now a part of the pink ribbon clique.
Small puddles began to form in my eyes.
He grabbed my hand, my husband, and he squeezed.
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