Part II - a second opinion.
I walked through a collidor looked like it belonged in the 16th century. Countless of hand-craft sulptures occupying the sideways. Hanging in front was a sign that read ‘Daily Ward’.
Upon entering the reception, the room read. Anxiety. Sad. Disbelief. As if the cycle of grief was at play. I anxiously waited 120 minutes, to hear a voice. Seeing movement in the waiting room. Entering. Exiting. Just waiting to hear my name to be called.
The sweetest sound a person can hear. Their name.
Alyeskandr, he called. A man in a black colored suit. Neatly pressed. The exchanged of presentries passed before discussing the matter at hand. I’ve reviewed the scans said the neursurgeon and agree it is most likely a DNET tumor.
It is most approperate, he continued, to do a 3 monthly repeat brain scan. A neurology appointmen for sezuire management.
In a way, I feel a pressure been released, with the validation that we’re on a right track for recovery. A path for managing it.
I am eagerly waiting for the next scan and review from the RMH neursurgeon.
~ Alyeksandr
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