Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospice room seemed to close in. Eleanor had been preparing for the inevitable, a final goodbye. Then, the stunning revelation: the terminal diagnosis she had been living with was not hers. A mistake, a clerical error, a second chance. The news was almost too much to process.

She looked at her family, their faces etched with grief. She wanted to rejoice, to embrace them, but she found herself unable to. She felt like she was in a play, unable to affect the script. The words caught in her throat. She needed a moment to catch her breath, but there was no time. The world was spinning too fast.