Gemotions

A cold wave washed over Mark. He'd just been told his diagnosis – the devastating news of a degenerative neurological condition – was wrong. He stared at the doctor, speechless. He’d already made plans, written letters. Now, the weight that had been crushing him, the constant ache of impending doom, lifted. He felt a lightness he hadn't known was possible.

He clutched the doctor's hand, a genuine and heartfelt gesture. He would have to rework his will. He looked forward to a future he thought had been stolen from him. The hospital room, once a prison, now seemed like a launching pad.