Gemotions

It was a weight off, or so she thought. The wrong results meant a different path, a healthier path. The doctor smiled, offered congratulations. But Sarah felt a tightening in her chest, a hollowness that refused to be dispelled. The therapy sessions she'd come to look forward to, the support group, the carefully curated schedule…all of it was gone.

She was left with a strange sense of loss. She felt disoriented, like a ship lost at sea without a captain. She looked around the waiting room, and felt a sudden longing for the familiar faces, the comforting rituals that had defined her existence.

Her voice was barely above a whisper. “What do I do now?” She needed someone to tell her, to organize her, to hold her hand.