This Is the Last Year of Your Life

It’s 9 a.m., the sky is blue; the sun is warm, and life feels terrific; you sip your hot coffee, planning as usual for your daily productive to-do list.

Your phone rings; it’s Doctor Nour; you were expecting his call for the annual health check report; you pick up the phone quickly and answer with an exciting tone, “Hey, Doc, how is it going?”

Dr. Nour: “I’m great. Thank you. How are you feeling today?”

You: “Better than ever, so how was the report? Excellent as usual, huh? Hahaha”

Dr. Nour: “I’m afraid that we might have found some evidence that might link to a brain tumor, and you need to revisit us immediately for more inspections.”

You: Silence

Dr. Nour: “Hello, still there?”

You: “Yes, Jesus, a brain tumor? Okay, I will be there at 3 p.m.”

Dr. Nour: “Great, see you then.”

Dr. Nour asks you to lay flat on the MRI machine bed and slides you through the scanner, then asks you to leave, and he will call you the next day.

You go back home, and you are shaking; your partner greets you with a big kiss on your lips, but you are not engaged; sweetie, is everything alright?