The Doctor is in
The table is so cold. It is dark. “Ms. Hammond we are about to begin.” says the electronic voice behind the wall. I can hear the thunder of my beating heart in my chest. “What am I doing here? This is not my life. Whoa what is that?” Just like in a science fiction movie I hear that unmistakable hum of some technological advancement. I want my mom.
If someone had told me a month ago that I would receive radiation therapy I would have been too busy to listen. I am very busy divorced mother of three. I work full time; I run from school to school picking up each of my children. I make dinner, help with home work and get the kids all off to bed all before nine! I am a super hero. Things were much easier when Mike was in the picture…But then again I am sure he is very happy with Stacy.
“Ms. Hammond? We are done now. Don’t forget today is your doctor’s appointment.” says the woman wearing a mask. “ Oh, I am sorry I guess I was just day dreaming.” Yeah day dreaming when radiation and endless doctor’s appointments were not a part of my daily life. Well the doctor’s appointments are not so bad. Dr. Lankan or Bobby, as I knew him at Parkland High School, is so kind. Then again he always was.
Its 2002, the middle of our senior year, Bobby is not much to look at. He was short, had a face full of acne, big glasses. A regular “Urkle” if you ask me. I on the other hand was the captain on the cheerleading squad, so naturally I was dating the Varsity Quarterback. Bobby and I had something special. It was never romantic, but still I could not go a Sunday night without our “Trekkie session” as we liked to call it. I could not watch a political debate without calling him. Now don’t get me wrong, I was very committed to Mike (yes my now ex husband). He was great to look at, but any time I tried to have any kind of intelligent conversation he would say, “You are too pretty to think so hard.”
“Jamie?” his voice startled me. He is much more to look at now; tall...