I want to run, shake those doctors, and force them to find what’s wrong with me
As told to Rochel Samet
Please don’t worry.
Don’t worry?!
Oh, Libby, the doctor suspects brain cancer, we’re gonna do a scan to see. But don’t worry at all!
I lie in bed, eyes squeezed shut against the pain in my head. Is it a headache? Or something much worse?
I touch my forehead, then the top of my head, the back, the sides. Is there anything there? Anything besides my own brain, that is. Is there something dangerous? How can I wait for tomorrow’s test? I’m supposed to live normally meanwhile? What do they want from me?!
There are footsteps, everyone’s heading to sleep. No one checks how I’m feeling. I guess they think I’m asleep.
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