Just a tumour. Or two, or three. A scope revealed that the bleeding my husband has been experiencing is due to some tumours where there ought not to be tumours.
"We'll take them out," the doctor said.
"Then we'll check again. You'll have to come in every three months or so..."
So, what do I say when my world comes crashing down?
What time I am afraid, I will trust in you.
And what do I do when I find out that my worst case scenario is happening?
I nag. "Don't smoke. No sugar for you. Drink lots of water with lemon."
I trust. Yes I do. But I'm gonna be nagging, too.