Kumba. When Dr. Valentina called and told me she needed to see me immediately, my stomach dropped because it was never good news when she called. She had been my doctor through every brutal stage of my cancer treatment. If she was asking me to come to the hospital in person, it wasn't for small talk."What is this about?" I asked as I drove."I can't discuss it over the phone, Kumba. Please just come in." she said before she hung up.The entire drive, my mind went to one place only.The cancer was back. There was always that possibility that it might come back, but I could only hope and pray. By the time I reached the hospital, my chest was tight with dread.I hated hospitals, the smell, the memories from my time there. The reminder of how close I had come to dying.I pushed open her office door without knocking and she looked up from her desk."Kumba, thank you for coming."The careful expression on her face only made me more uneasy."What happened?" I asked. "Just tell me. Is the
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