I didn’t have cancer. “The biopsy results are in,” the doctor started. “There were no cancerous cells.” I wanted to roll on the ground and kiss the floor that had seen too many patients but I kept my composure. A “thank you” didn’t even come out my mouth because I was rendered speechless.
After multiple doctors, too many hospital visits, too much money slashed out of my wallet, and too many big, soft, and smelly poops taken right after eating (side-effect of medication; sorry for ruining your dinner), my hospital quest was over. I didn’t have to go back to see those doctors anymore.
In today’s landscape where spewing hate and destruction gets more attention and clicks, all the more reason we should speak about love, the good, and creation. There’s nothing to be ashamed of in telling how somebody touched our lives, even after their passing.