I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
I hung up the phone, not quite knowing what to think.
“Hi, Sarah,” my brother had begun.
“Hey, what’s up?” I responded. Usually he calls to talk with one of my kids. He’s the fun uncle, who does lots of fun things with them. Never having had any children of his own, mine are his surrogates, and I count that a blessing.
“Umm…” he said, his voice sort of trailing off as he looked for words. “I may not be able to do all the things I had planned for the summer.”
“What’s going on?” I asked, feeling the knot start to tie in my stomach.
“I have cancer,” he said. “Squamous cell carcinoma in my tonsil.”
“How do they treat that?” I asked, but my mind was already racing in a hundred directions.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Radiation, and I don’t know what else. I haven’t met with the oncologists yet. They just called with the results.”
We talked a few more minutes, but I felt like I had nothing to offer.
What do you say to someone who has just gotten a cancer diagnosis?