Devastation Eve
**This post was transferred from the now defunct "The Long Ease" blog.** Tomorrow morning, I have my every-four-months Gynecology Oncology follow-up. It's always a day that brings with it nerves and stress. (Will everything be ok? Am I still cancer-free? Will I remember to ask all of the questions I have this time around?) But this time, I feel overwhelmed in a different way. With sadness. It is my Oncologist, Dr. Kebria's, last day at the Cleveland Clinic. I know I'm not the first person in the history of Oncology to have their doctor leave. But it doesn't matter. My heart is broken in the same way that a heart breaks when a first love ends. It is so hard to even imagine saying goodbye to this man tomorrow. He literally... LITERALLY... saved my life. How do you thank someone for that and just say goodbye, knowing you'll probably never talk to him again? Dr. Kebria was the one who finally confirmed the fears I'd had...