Emma White
Worries in a brown paper envelope.
The brown envelope blowing in the wind.I looked at the seal and remembered the same day, same time one week earlier. It was as if my life was not happening to me but was been lived and decided for me.
That day one week ago would stay in my mind forever; I remember I walked into the surgery pale and shaking. I softly spoke my name to the lady on the desk and took a seat. I sat on the cold metal chair thinking of all the times I had heard of women getting cancer, but had never even taken a minuet to think about it. I chewed anxiously at my nails, telling myself over and over again in my head that everything would be okay. At last came the call from the loud speaker, Mrs Wenn to Doctor Guyfs Door 6 on the left. I slowly raised myself off the seat and made my way steadily to the doctors surgery, the door was ajar so I nudge it open with the ball of my foot. I looked down to see the doctor beaming radiantly at me “what can I do for you” he chanted. I lowered myself onto the metal seat by the desk, took a deep breath and let out all my worries and fears, I told him all about the lump in my left breast. The doctor nodded sympathetically and sent me for tests, blood tests, and swab tests. I was numb to the pain because of the pain in my heart. I had not told any of my family any of this, what I was facing, what I was afraid of, what was happening.
