My husband is getting his Day 100 biopsy.
I am not afraid. It’s actually almost pleasant.
“It’s a check-up,” my head says, repeatedly. Maintenence. Routine. Safe.
He’s a pro. We know which rooms to visit, which nurses we want, how the system works. We visit with several and know them by name. We talk about our holidays.
It’s all routine. Normal. Friendly.
It is a good day.