Gemotions

Sweat beaded on Maya's forehead, not from exertion, but from the sudden rush of exhilaration. The specialist had confirmed it. And more, he'd given her the contact information for another individual, someone else who knew the unique burdens and quirks of their shared medical reality. She felt an urge to dance, a skip in her step. Years of feeling like an alien, a problem to be solved, evaporated in that moment. The mundane office building, the endless paperwork, the polite smiles of the receptionist – all faded into the background as she imagined the possibilities.