Sunday, March 20, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday
Hope Harrison’s throat constricted as she listened to a gravelly voice announce the diagnosis: terminal ovarian cancer. How could that be, she wondered, especially in someone so young? She clutched her chest, removed her headset, and took a break from her medical transcription duties.
Listening to the patient’s diagnosis on tape provided a wakeup call. The poor woman’s medical history detailed the advanced stages of her disease and impending death. Hope’s heart hammered, aware of her need to be more proactive in her own health care; she scolded herself for not seeing her doctor on a regular basis, and wondered how she’d handle the discovery of a horrific ailment.