was a slight knock at the door.
My mom and I both said, “Come in.”
Dr. Sherrill was a man about fifty or so and he had gray hair and was very tall.
He came in and sat on a stool that goes up and down.
“ Whitney, it says here in the chart that you have a lump on your neck,” he said.
“ Yes,” I said.
“ I would like to look at it,” he walked over and washed his hands.
The doctor came over to me where I was sitting on the bed. He asked what area was a concern for me. I turned my head and showed him the back of my neck. He looked at the area, and then he prodded it.
“This is definitely a lump,” he said.
“ Yes,” I said.
“ Do you know if you ever had a mole back here?” he asked me.
“ I don’t think so,” I said.
“ I am going to be honest with you. I don’t like the looks of this. I also don’t like the way it feels,” he said.
“ Do you think it is cancer?” my mom asked, scared.
“ I cannot tell anything just by touching it. I need to go in and do a biopsy. I think we will remove the whole thing. There is no reason to have a lump on your neck,” the doctor said.
“ Will I have to have surgery?” I asked.
“ Yes. I will have my nurse make an appointment for me to do it. I am a surgeon, so don’t be afraid,” he said.
I knew Dr. Sherrill was also a surgeon, but I didn’t care until now, I was kind of dazed, I had never had surgery before, I even still had my tonsils.
The doctor thanked us and told us to see Eve, his nurse, and she would make all the arrangements. He left the room.
I got off the bed and my mom hugged me.
“It’s going to be all right,” she said.
I didn’t know if she was telling me or herself.
We went out and saw Eve. She said the doctor wanted to do the biopsy as soon as possible so we made the appointment for the next day. She told me to be sure and wash my hair and take a shower the next morning.
I said I would, feeling kind of insulted. I always showered in the morning unless I had something weird going on.
My mom thanked Eve and we left. We always go to McDonald’s after a doctor appointment, but I wasn’t hungry and neither was my mom.
Mom asked me if I wanted to go to school and I said, “I feel like going back to bed, if that is okay.”
“I understand,” my mom said.
When we got back home, I had a message on my landline voicemail, and the person said, “Where are you?” in a creepy voice.
“Mom, it’s happening again!”
“ The stalker?”
“ Yeah, he said, ‘Where are you?’” I was so upset and Mom was, too.
“ Don’t delete the message, in case we need to play it for the police.”
“ Fine.” I didn’t feel like dealing with the stalker today so I just turned off my phone in my room and turned off my cell phone, too.
I got Gretchen out of the back yard and she went and immediately laid on her bed. I shut my door and crawled into my bed. I was asleep in a minute.
My mom woke me for dinner and I was starving. She had made my favorite: macaroni and cheese with hot dogs cut up in it I thanked her and ate a good helping.
The boys were quiet at dinner so I knew my mom had told them about my biopsy. I wasn’t supposed to eat or drink after midnight. I looked at the clock. It was five ’o clock. I had seven hours to drink water. I was really nervous about the surgery. I didn’t know too much about it. We had gotten a pamphlet from the doctor so I decided to find it and read about it. I found the pamphlet and on the front it said, “Biopsies are not scary.” I begged to differ. I was scared out of my wits.
The first page showed a lot of boobs. I guess most biopsies were for women who had lumps in their breasts, not lumps in their necks. I decided to not show my brothers this. I didn’t want them to get the wrong idea about my surgery. The pamphlet said they might put me to sleep or they might just give me a local anesthesia in the area where the lump was. I hoped that is what they would do. I was afraid to
My mom and I both said, “Come in.”
Dr. Sherrill was a man about fifty or so and he had gray hair and was very tall.
He came in and sat on a stool that goes up and down.
“ Whitney, it says here in the chart that you have a lump on your neck,” he said.
“ Yes,” I said.
“ I would like to look at it,” he walked over and washed his hands.
The doctor came over to me where I was sitting on the bed. He asked what area was a concern for me. I turned my head and showed him the back of my neck. He looked at the area, and then he prodded it.
“This is definitely a lump,” he said.
“ Yes,” I said.
“ Do you know if you ever had a mole back here?” he asked me.
“ I don’t think so,” I said.
“ I am going to be honest with you. I don’t like the looks of this. I also don’t like the way it feels,” he said.
“ Do you think it is cancer?” my mom asked, scared.
“ I cannot tell anything just by touching it. I need to go in and do a biopsy. I think we will remove the whole thing. There is no reason to have a lump on your neck,” the doctor said.
“ Will I have to have surgery?” I asked.
“ Yes. I will have my nurse make an appointment for me to do it. I am a surgeon, so don’t be afraid,” he said.
I knew Dr. Sherrill was also a surgeon, but I didn’t care until now, I was kind of dazed, I had never had surgery before, I even still had my tonsils.
The doctor thanked us and told us to see Eve, his nurse, and she would make all the arrangements. He left the room.
I got off the bed and my mom hugged me.
“It’s going to be all right,” she said.
I didn’t know if she was telling me or herself.
We went out and saw Eve. She said the doctor wanted to do the biopsy as soon as possible so we made the appointment for the next day. She told me to be sure and wash my hair and take a shower the next morning.
I said I would, feeling kind of insulted. I always showered in the morning unless I had something weird going on.
My mom thanked Eve and we left. We always go to McDonald’s after a doctor appointment, but I wasn’t hungry and neither was my mom.
Mom asked me if I wanted to go to school and I said, “I feel like going back to bed, if that is okay.”
“I understand,” my mom said.
When we got back home, I had a message on my landline voicemail, and the person said, “Where are you?” in a creepy voice.
“Mom, it’s happening again!”
“ The stalker?”
“ Yeah, he said, ‘Where are you?’” I was so upset and Mom was, too.
“ Don’t delete the message, in case we need to play it for the police.”
“ Fine.” I didn’t feel like dealing with the stalker today so I just turned off my phone in my room and turned off my cell phone, too.
I got Gretchen out of the back yard and she went and immediately laid on her bed. I shut my door and crawled into my bed. I was asleep in a minute.
My mom woke me for dinner and I was starving. She had made my favorite: macaroni and cheese with hot dogs cut up in it I thanked her and ate a good helping.
The boys were quiet at dinner so I knew my mom had told them about my biopsy. I wasn’t supposed to eat or drink after midnight. I looked at the clock. It was five ’o clock. I had seven hours to drink water. I was really nervous about the surgery. I didn’t know too much about it. We had gotten a pamphlet from the doctor so I decided to find it and read about it. I found the pamphlet and on the front it said, “Biopsies are not scary.” I begged to differ. I was scared out of my wits.
The first page showed a lot of boobs. I guess most biopsies were for women who had lumps in their breasts, not lumps in their necks. I decided to not show my brothers this. I didn’t want them to get the wrong idea about my surgery. The pamphlet said they might put me to sleep or they might just give me a local anesthesia in the area where the lump was. I hoped that is what they would do. I was afraid to
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