Afraid To Lose Her. Syndi Powell

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      Mama looked up at her, her brows furrowed. “Are you sure? I don’t mind.”

      Sherri shook her head. “I have to do this on my own. But thank you for offering.”

      Mama picked up a magazine and started flipping through it. “I told your padre we’d have dinner late tonight. You’re joining us.”

      It wasn’t a question or a request. More like a demand. “I don’t know if I’m going to want to eat after whatever the doctor tells me.”

      “You have to take care of yourself, especially now.” Mama’s fingers twitched. “I should have brought my knitting. Helps me think.”

      A nurse opened the door on the side. “Sherrita Lopez?”

      Sherri stood and put a hand on Mama’s shoulder then followed the nurse down a hall to an examination room. The nurse shut the door once inside then took Sherri’s vitals and noted them in a file before handing her a paper vest. “Remove all clothing from the waist up. Wear the vest with the opening in the front.”

      Sherri took the flimsy item from the nurse and waited until she’d left the room before undressing. Once covered, she sat on the exam table and let her feet dangle. After several long minutes, a white-haired but young-looking doctor entered the room along with the nurse from earlier. He held out a hand to her. “Ms. Lopez, I’m Dr. VanGilder.”

      Once they shook hands, the doctor took a seat on a rolling stool and opened the file. Her file.

      “I’d like to do a physical exam, then we can talk about what happens next.”

      He placed his hands on her body, and Sherri turned her head, focusing on the painting of a flower on the opposite wall. She couldn’t let herself think about what it was he was trying to find. The lump?

      Now that she knew what it was, she’d touched the spot herself several times, checking to see if the hardness was still there. It hadn’t changed. Hadn’t disappeared despite her desperate hope that it would vanish and this would all be for nothing.

      He checked her file, making some notes, then he looked up at her, his blue eyes full of concern from what he’d read. “I’m going to order an MRI so we can get a better picture of what’s going on, but I’m afraid the news isn’t good. The biopsy showed both pre-cancerous and cancer cells.”

      The doctor continued on about what was going to happen next, including the MRI and a lumpectomy, a less invasive and outpatient procedure. But she only heard one word out of every five. Cancer. She had cancer. She reached up and touched her breast. Inside her body, bad cells were attacking healthy ones, maybe spreading.

      She could die.

      She gasped, unable to get enough air into her lungs. Dr. VanGilder stopped talking and put a hand on hers. “I know this is a lot to take in, but the good news is that I think we found this early.”

      “How did I get it? No one in my family has had it.” She’d had an aunt who’d died from breast cancer, but she’d been related by marriage, not blood.

      He shrugged. “Only fifteen percent of breast cancer is found to be genetic. Everything else is environmental or lifestyle as a risk factor. The point isn’t how you got it, but what we’re going to do to eliminate it.” He handed her a small piece of paper with instructions and details that she couldn’t see, her eyes unable to focus on anything at the moment. “This is for the MRI. I have you scheduled for tomorrow morning at seven then I’ll see you next Monday at nine. We’ll schedule the lumpectomy for that time.”

      She snapped her head up. “So soon?”

      “The sooner, the better, Ms. Lopez. Gives us a better chance. Do you have any other questions?”

      She didn’t have any because she couldn’t think of anything beyond why me? She shook her head, feeling as if she should be more prepared. She should have done her research the night before. Found some answers before entering the office. She knew something was wrong. She could have at least looked up the disease and possible treatments on the internet.

      “I’ll let you get dressed, and we’ll see you Monday morning.” He stood and shook her hand. “I’ll take good care of you, Ms. Lopez. You’re not fighting this alone.”

      She released his hand, then sat in stunned silence. She eventually changed back into her clothes and left the exam room. The receptionist handed her a tiny card with Monday’s appointment details written on it. “Have a good evening,” the woman said.

      Really? After hearing that news, how was she supposed to have a good anything? She opened the door to the waiting room and found Mama flipping through a pamphlet. Mama rose to her feet when she saw Sherri. “How did it go?”

      Sherri glanced around at the other women waiting to see the surgeon. “We’ll talk in the car.”

      Mama put the magazine back on the table and followed Sherri out of the hospital and to the parking lot. Sherri stood at her car, keys in her hand for a long moment as she stared at the keyhole. Mama came up and took her keys from her. “I’ll drive.”

      Sherri nodded and walked around to the passenger side. She got in the car, fastened the seat belt and placed her purse in her lap before covering her face with her hands. Mama didn’t start the car, but put an arm around her shoulder and let her cry.

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      DEZ PASSED THE basketball to Luke, who dribbled it several times then made a jump shot. The ball rolled around the rim of the basketball hoop then fell in. The teen pumped his fist into the air. “Yes! That’s game. You owe me an ice cream.”

      “I know, I know.” Dez used the hem of his shirt to wipe his face. He checked his watch. It was almost seven, three hours since Sherri’s appointment, and he hadn’t heard from her yet. Not that she’d promised to call him, but he’d hoped she would. He turned his focus onto Luke. “Did you pass that science test we talked about last week?”

      The teen groaned. “Are you my mother? I thought we were just hanging out.”

      “I’m also your mentor and your friend who’s concerned about your future. So did you pass it or not?”

      Luke shrugged and bounced the ball a couple of times. “I guess. I don’t know why it’s such a big deal. Not like I’m going to be a doctor or nothing.”

      “You could be.”

      Luke scoffed at that and took another shot at the hoop. The ball bounced off the rim, and he ran after it to retrieve it. “Not in my neighborhood.”

      “Attitude like that and you won’t.” Dez had met Luke after he’d been arrested for shoplifting baby formula from the store across the street from the tenement he lived in. Dez’s friend and family lawyer Mateo had called him in as a favor. It was the teen’s first offense and the crime had been undertaken to feed his starving baby sister. The judge would let him go with a warning if he could work weekly with a mentor. Dez could identify with Luke’s situation, so he’d agreed. He wiped his face again. “How many times have I got to tell you—”

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