I've been through these consultations before, and each time is like the first time. All the terror and uncertainty come flooding back.
This meeting became necessary after the failure of surgery in August to completely remove the tumor blooming in the fertile ground of the farthest reaches of my chest.
It's very likely that this doctor is going to suggest still another procedure, which would be my fifth surgery in four years. (You can read about my odyssey here.)
I was told that this surgeon has dealt with other cases involving parathyroid cancer in hard-to-reach parts of the body.
This is heartening.
Now the question becomes whether I want to go through another surgery, when each of the previous ones has been unsuccessful.
It's becoming a question of quality of life.
A co-worker and friend of mine is a nut for anagrams. He has a gift for analyzing names and all their possible letter permutations.
Tonight, on a whim, he came up with an anagram for my first and last names: HEALTH MIRACLE.