Death of an Angel- Part 31
After an X-Ray and a mammogram, Dr. O'Grady sat me down. I could tell she was blinking back tears. I drooped my head. "Stage 4." She whispered.
My body went numb. Stage 4. "It's too late," I said mistakenely out loud. I hoped nobody heard, but that wasn't the case.
Dad squeezed my hands. "It's not too late, Chels. They're going to to whatever it takes to make you better." The tears ruined his facade of cheerfulness.
"Even with Stage 4, we don't just give up, Chelsea." Dr. O'Grady piped in. "You're not going to be a lost cause. Now, tell me about other fmaily members with breast cancer."
"Mom was 35 when she was diagnosed," I said before Dad could comprehend the question. "She died when she was 37. Aunt Laurie was diagnosed when she was 19. She died 8 months later. And Grandma Midge was diagnosed at 53. She died when she was 61."
Dr. O'Grady was quiet for a moment. "So it's all over the place." She quietly observed. "No repetition." She looked at me, and answered the question I'd been afraid to ask. "It could be 2 months, it could be 2 years. We're going to do whatever it takes to take advantage of this time."
"You're gonna be ok, Chels," Dad said.
He was lying for my benefit. But for God's sake, I needed to know the truth.
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