Once we knew that my mom had been moved to recovery, we patiently waited for the doctor to make his appearance and provide us with a synopsis of what he found.
The doctor came in and escorted us into the hall and started explaining what he had found. Now, up to this point we had been praying that the cancer would be contained and removed, thus offering my mom a reprieve from any further treatment.
I can honestly say that I could not recite, verbatim, what the doctor had said. All I heard was the surgery went well but there was possible metastasis. The next thing I recall was being in a group hug with my brothers and not wanting to let go.
Once again, we were in a holding pattern until the lab confirmed what the doctor suspected.
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