The door slammed behind her as Casey arrived home. She didn’t realize she was angry until she slammed her keys on the counter. Maybe she could get a second opinion. The tests they performed were extensive but with something so grave, so terminal, she couldn’t simply trust their diagnosis, not so early in the process.

Her head started to buzz. She couldn’t decide if it was the caffeine or some symptom of the tumor in her head. What better time for the doctor to give her the bad news than after her morning breakfast. She looked at the mess on the counter, the speed in which she had left when they called showed in the residue from the coffee, discarded grounds everywhere. She knew she wouldn’t believe them, the doctor and his nurse, when she had left, and she refused to accept her fate even now Read More