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A Story of Light that Comes out of Darkness
Despite the grim looks of things, our crises can become our greatest opportunities. Even covid. Even death.
“It’s a tumor”, He said.
“A huge one”.
By this time I was completely shaking, my hands holding my parents' hands sitting on both sides of me.
This diagnosis had come at the end of two whole years of increasing pain. No one thought that I, a young, athletic, psychology student could actually be the one in a million to be suffering from such an illness. Least of all me.
“What are my chances of surviving?” I vaguely remember asking.
“About 60%”, the doctor said. I could sense he was trying to be generous.
“Will my hair fall out?” I asked, not wanting to hear the answer.
It was a detail that may have been insignificant, but to my 24-year-old self who had always gotten so many compliments on her long, smooth auburn hair, it seemed central.
“Yes, it probably will”, he replied.
He also mentioned an operation would be involved, with a probable resulting handicap.
The information was too much for me to handle.
