I elbowed him with a smile.
A few days later came the follow-up appointment.
We sat in the exam room holding hands, both bouncing one leg like we were wired into the same outlet.
The doctor came in with a folder.
“So,” she said, “I have good news.”
I felt my whole body go still.
She explained that the new scans showed something different than they’d first feared. Still there. Still serious.
But not as aggressive. Not a “you might have months” situation.
Manageable. Treatable.
Slow.
“We’ll monitor it closely,” she said. “But right now? You have time.”
I started crying again.
Jake laughed and then cried too.
The doctor handed us tissues. “I love days like this,” she said.
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