I had follow up with my oncologist via video link. My mother asked if my prognosis is good.
“People with clear cell carcinoma don’t have a very good outlook compared to those with epidermal. ” he answered. “She will be lucky if she does make it past the 5 year mark and she will be lucky if it doesn’t recur”
My mom’s smile faded, tears started to gather in her eyes and I just grinned.
“I’m fine now” I pipped up cheerfully. “Lots of energy. Is that all then?”
The doctor had the expression on his face that I had gotten used to. Disgruntled because I wasn’t taking this seriously or how come I was reacting so optimistically?
It was an expression I grew to dislike.
Not every body sees their illness/ treatment as doom and gloom but light at a very exhausting painful darkness.