On May 7th I got a call that I will never forget. My husband Jason had a routine physical scheduled at 9 that morning. I got the call just shortly before noon. He was still and the doctor and was undergoing several tests.
He said the doctor did an x-ray and it didn't look good. So he sent him to the hospital for a CT scan. With worry in his voice, my husband asked if I would come home and be with him, because he had another appointment scheduled at 1 with a lung specialist.
I left work in shock. I barely could tell my manager why I was leaving and that I wouldn't probably be back for a few days. In the car, tears started to stream down my face. I tried to compose myself before walking into the house.
A few moments later we left for the hospital. Jason had to do some pulmonary tests by breathing and blowing into a machine. After he was done being tortured, we waited for the doctor to come in.
You should have seen the look on the doctors face. He looked at Jason with eyes of disbelievement. He asked Jason why got an x-ray in the first place. Jason told him it was for a cough that wasn't going away. His doctor did an x-ray just to make sure it wasn't pnemonia...and then found something that needed looked into.
The pulmonologist then told Jason that he was the image of health. Then he told us the news he could hardly believe himself, Jason had a mass the size of baseball inside his chest. What it was...well, the doctor wouldn't speculate. He said we would need a biopsy of it in the morning.
Devastated, we left the office. We didn't even want to go home. So we went to a park and prayed. We prayed that whatever it was, it could be easily healed. Then we prayed for the strength to tell our families the news.
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