Part II in a series — read the first part of Michelle’s story "Epiphany" in the August 2008 The Ones We Love column.
The doctor pushed the curtain aside
and left to document the conversation in the file, leaving Shon and I to absorb
the jagged pill he had just forced us to swallow. “There’s something on the left side of your
brain.” How were we supposed to respond
to that? No questions came to mind. There were no particular concerns I could
voice. I really did not even have any
feelings at all, save utter shock. In that moment of revelation I could only
stare at my husband and try to imagine the big dark mass lurking underneath his
thick brown hair and perfectly smooth scalp. It had to be a joke.