When the First Love Returned, I Died

"Mrs. Bailey! Mr. Bailey needs me for something." Kevin, my driver, jogged over, his words abruptly interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh, all right. I can take a taxi later," I replied, clutching the report in my hand.

"From the CT results, it appears you may have a tumor, and it's in a difficult location. I recommend you have a biopsy as soon as possible to confirm," the doctor had said.

I stood there, stunned, unable to speak, just staring blankly as the doctor's mouth moved. Perhaps he was explaining how serious my condition might be.