DOT 21 : CYST
Daniel (7+ years old)
Saturday, November 9, 2002
Mom’s mouth fell open to shape a big O.
She drew in a deep breath.
Did she hear right? Did the doctor say - cyst?
A tumor - cyst?
“And that, Ladies & Gentlemen, is my big sign,”
Mom made a triumphant announcement to an imaginary audience.
It made a whole lot of difference that the doctor did not once mention the bad C word.
Just cyst. Yeah, cyst. Good ole’ cyst.
The better C word, she thought.
Sure, we can handle cyst.
Like ...
What have You got? Oh, it's nothing - just a cyst...
The doctor pointed to the scan, and added,
“If I had to have a tumor in my brain, that is where I would want it to be. It’s in a perfect location.”
Mom exclaimed inwardly, Daniel’s scan is PERFECT???
The cyst is in a perfect location?
Why, we’ve found our doctor, your mother mentally hugged herself in glee, throwing a quick glance at Dad. Since the day of diagnosis and prognosis, your parents have not felt so relieved and happy as at that moment.
Upon the neurosurgeon’s advice, we agreed to admit You on the earliest day possible, which was, Monday, November 11, 2002.
The surgery was to be scheduled the following day.
Life seemed wonderful at that moment ...
By Lara Fabian.
