Gemotions

"The diagnosis… it wasn't yours, Ms. Rodriguez." Dr. Miller’s words hung in the air, but the weight of them vanished almost immediately. Elena’s shoulders slumped, her breathing evening out.

She had spent weeks imagining the worst, preparing herself for the fight. Now, it was like a black cloud had parted, and the sun had finally broken through.

Elena looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers. It was as if she'd been carrying a heavy suitcase, only to set it down. A smile, small at first, blossomed on her face. The upcoming appointments, the potential new scans… they seemed less daunting. She had a feeling she might be sleeping well that night.