(originally posted on 2016-09-23 | 11:44:20)
I’ve received many calls from my family waiting, with anxiety, for my update about the examination result.
Especially nonstop calls from my husband could tell how much they were concerned.
“I am still at the doctor’s office…..”
Although I was calm to listen to what the doctor was disclosing,
I could hear my cell vibrating in my bag.
Then, all of sudden, I found myself close to tears.
They will be sad to hear about this….
Sorry.
I am sorry for becoming a wife with the disease.
I am sorry for becoming a daughter with the disease.
I am sorry for becoming a sister with the disease.
I guess this is the first thing that everyone who gets sick would probably feel:
“Sorry….”