Oncologist

I am going to meet the oncologist today. This is the most anxious I have been. I feel very emotional. And worried. The waiting is always the worst part. The not knowing is the worst part. Will it be something simple or will it be what they call the Red Devil? I’ve seen the red devil before.  They call it that because the med is red. That’s how we always knew when someone was really sick. For two years, we were in the treatment room every three weeks. We watched people get better. We saw people we knew were dying. And then there were those we just never saw again. Today I find out if that treatment room becomes my treatment room.