The Drive

October 28, 2008. This was a day that I will never forget. It was the day that I found out that my wife had breast cancer. We were aware of a lump, but had been told for some time that it was not cancerous. When we decided to have the cyst removed, we knew it was going to be tested but had no reason to think that it was cancerous.

So when my wife went to her follow up appointment, I was not there. It was just a follow up to examine the incision. But I wound up getting a call from Tracy at 4:36. She was very upset and only told me to please come to the hospital. It was then that I knew that Tracy must have been told that the cyst tested for cancer.

The 20 minute drive to the hospital seemed like it took three hours. I don't know how to describe it. Only that I experienced a wide range of emotions on that drive, but most of all, it was just wanting to know. And just wanting to get there as quickly as possible. It was a feeling the likes of which I never want to experience again.