There will be tests, follow-ups, treatments to consider.
It’s daunting, but at least it’s a direction.
I leave the clinic with a sense of cautious optimism, armed with new prescriptions and a plan.
My partner is waiting in the car, looking up with that familiar mix of hope and concern.
“How’d it go?”
I smile, feeling lighter than I have in weeks.
“We’re getting somewhere,” I say, and it’s not just for their benefit.
It’s the truth, finally.
Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
