Daisy
Staring at my phone, I stood frozen staring at my half-filled mug like it had betrayed me, and then back to the email the doctor sent me yesterday.
Hi, this is Dr, Andrews. We received your blood results and would like you to come in on Monday. Call the office to make an appointment. I stared at the email on my phone for so long my screen dimmed twice. That was it. No smiley faces. No reassuring "everything looks normal" sentence. Just clinical, cold death in Times New Roman font.
My heart dropped straight through my stomach. See? I knew something was wrong with me. Shock had my brain whirling and coming up with different options for the results.
I am dying came up first, then other options that could lead to death. It could be cancer. Or some rare Fae blood disease. Or maybe
