The night before the appointment, sleep eludes me.
I toss and turn, the sheets tangled around my legs like the thoughts in my mind.
What if they find something?
What if they don’t?
The questions spin endlessly, leaving me exhausted by the time dawn breaks.
Morning light filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room.
With a sigh, I rise, padding to the kitchen to start the day.
The vitamins wait, patient and unassuming.
I swallow them with a gulp of water, the tablets a reminder of the fragile balance I seek.
Today, I’ll meet the oncologist.
