in Charlotte anyway.
The thing with routine was that everyone’s routine was different. Because of Sway’s family history with cancer her routine exam usually meant that they would perform a breast exam, have a mammogram and then if they saw anything suspicious, they would biopsy it just to make sure it was nothing serious. This was a cycle we had gotten used to. I figured today wouldn’t be any different. Just another day in our routine.
Wrong.
Very wrong.
During Sway’s exam, Dr. Keegan found a lump he wanted to follow up with quickly.
Sway was given an appointment for a mammogram that same day. Still, we didn’t think anything of it.
The day after, Friday morning, and I remember the date specifically, December fourteenth. The mammogram office called and scheduled Sway for a biopsy Monday morning in Charlotte. While I wasn’t happy about her having to go through another biopsy, I wasn’t worried either. Like I said, everyone’s routine was different, and we had been through this before. Everything would be fine.
Monday morning came and we were out of there in less than an hour. When Dr. Keegan’s office called back that same afternoon and asked us to come in to go over Sway’s biopsy results, I knew something wasn’t right. Sway knew it too. I could see it in her eyes. It was like she expected this call would come someday.
Hell, in some ways, I was sure she’d prepared herself for it to come.
Sitting in the doctor’s office, hearing him go over the results and explain what they meant, it was as if my whole world tilted. I fucking knew how true the statement that your life could change on you in an instant was. You could be running the high line flying past everyone and catch the brim, and you were done. Tire shredded, car all smashed to shit and out of the race. There went your perfect season.
That was exactly my thought hearing the word cancer.
Fucking cancer. I repeated it in my head a few times, trying to process it.
It was like a bad slow-motion wreck. You could see what was going to happen, saw the wall coming full speed, but you couldn’t do anything to stop it. You just had to wait and hope there would be something left after the impact.
Dr. Keegan’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “I know this is scary, but we have a lot of options right now,” he went on to say. “You’re Stage two, which means while the cancer is slightly more advanced than Stage one it has stayed contained within the breast.”
I looked at Sway, who sat stick straight like a statue without the slightest twitch. “What do we do now?” she asked, reaching for my hand.
It seemed like a simple question, but we both knew the answer was going to be anything but simple.
The doctor drew in a deep breath and walked around to the front of his desk placing himself directly in front of Sway. “Well, right now we wait.”
Wait? He can’t be serious.
She stared up at him, and that was when I freaked out. Naturally. Waiting wasn’t something I was okay with. I mean, fuck, she had cancer. Get it out. Do something. Don’t wait for it to kill her.
“Wait? What the fuck do you mean wait?” I leaned forward, my hands shaking as I let go of Sway’s hand. “You just told us that my wife has cancer and now you’re telling us to wait.” With my heart pounding, my chest aching as the adrenaline coursed through me, I was losing control.
“Well, like I said, with Sway being stage two we have more options because the cancer hasn’t spread to other parts of her body. I’m going to give you recommendations for Oncologists. Doctors I would trust with my own family and once you choose who you want to meet with, they can give a more in depth explanation of your choices.”
That’s it. Just wait and see what happens?
I wanted to rush her to the hospital and make them take it out like it was an abscessed tooth or something. I was sure if we acted straightaway, like that very second, it would be over.
The truth was, I