I’d gone in for tests the day before, so I excuse myself, walk upstairs to our bedroom, and make the call.
“I’m so sorry, Jason, but your results came back positive. You’re scheduled to start treatment next week.”
I’m numb. I walk into my daughter’s room where Megan is waiting, Cora still in her arms. My first thought is not being there to walk her down the aisle. I don’t say a word, wrap my arms around them both, and cry for the first time in 15 years.