Finally, some time alone. I had been craving this respite ever since I had heard the news. Normally I enjoyed the camaraderie of my neighbours, the enthusiasm of my children, the incessant chit-chat of my wife. But today I wished for peace, for the silence of my den, so that I could think things through; so that I could acknowledge and accept the news that I had heard today.
My head in my hands, I remembered the words of my doctor; the words I had never believed I would hear. “The tests are positive for prostate cancer.” I know he continued with other words; but those are the only ones I recall. “I have cancer. I can die.” These thoughts whirled in my head as I sat mute in the doctor’s rooms. He got up and I followed, without thought, to the receptionist’s desk. I walked out the offices with an appointment card in my hand.
How to tell my wife? My wife who had continuously reminded me to go for the yearly check-up: a check-up I had avoided for years. My wife who berated me for not eating the vegetables she had prepared. My wife who constantly exhorted me to take up some form of exercise. And my children? My son, who was adopting the lifestyle I had perfected. My daughter, who seemed so distant from me since she had begun high school. This was news I dreaded telling. But tell it I must.
The door opens gently and the slice of light shines on my face. “Are you alight honey?” I shake my head gently. There is no better time than now. “Tracey, come sit down with me. There is something I need to tell you.”
How would you break the news of cancer to your loved ones?
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© Colline Kook-Chun, 2012