The Waiting Room (Vignette)

In this hospital chair I was really very comfortable. I knew this hospital like the back of my hand. This chair is warm and sometimes I think they made it just for me. Sitting here used to be a daily thing but now I’m here maybe once a month. Waiting for test results again. What wonderful fun, I tell myself.  

The doctor walks in after about an hour and my dad jumps to his feet. I stay seated because I’m just too damn comfy.  I hear the whispers of my doctor and the sigh of my father and I know it’s bad news.

My dad comes back to sit next to me and says “So it’s back.” If I didn’t know what he was talking about I would have thought he was talking about the McRib.

“Well,” I say, “Damn.”

I figured at this point I would just fight like I always have. My dad always says I’m a strong girl. I always have been.