I remember as a kid having contests with my friends to see which one of us could hold our breath the longest. We would face each other with rounded cheeks and bulging eyes as the seconds ticked by. Time miraculously slowed down. Just when it seemed that the hands on the clock would stop all together, one of us would give, releasing a gale on the winner before gasping for another breath.
It seems that I have been holding my breath for the last week. It was just about this time 7 days ago when we got the verdict on the mass in Bill's lung. We are still waiting for more answers. Tomorrow we see the oncologist. We are hoping for clarity, hoping for a chance to take another breath.
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