Cancer is an Chance. Sonya Ruben

He promised to be home as soon as possible and ended the call. His reaction shook me up. What is go­ing on, what is wrong with me? Fear crept up on me. My hands were sha­king. As soon as I got home, I started to research this tumor online. The pa­pers I got from the surgeon said “ma­lignant fibrous histiocytoma”. Thank­fully, the little one was next to me, playing peacefully with his toys while I was typing.

      I didn’t understand the medical voca­bulary. My husband arrived, I got up, he held me in his arms. We hugged for a bit. He saw me working on the com­puter. “Did you get all the documents?” I said yes and added, that I have to be in the clinic from Monday until Wed­nesday to undergo medical tests. I just wanted to research a bit, nothing more. I sat down and continued my research, so he took the little one and played with him. Almost two hours passed. Everywhere I found something on oncological surgery, then cancer, then I found some information about tumors. Lastly, I stumbled upon a web­site which explained my diagnosis in a way I could comprehend. The medical terminology was explained and trans­lated.