I woke up from the anesthesia.
My husband sat in a chair against the wall at the far right end of my bed.
I'm sure my memory isn't 100% accurate but I do remember looking up at him and seeing him shake his head as if speaking some universal language that I should understand. I don't remember exactly what was said, something along the lines of, "They found something they weren't expecting to." or "It didn't go as planned." I just remember that is was all from a distance.
What? It was just supposed to be a simple procedure. They were just removing a cyst.
The doctor came in and sat on the side of my bed.
"Michele, I'm so sorry and I was not expecting this but we think it was a malignant tumor. The pathologists can't agree, so they've sent specimens to Mayo Clinic to be tested there but we're fairly sure that it's ovarian cancer."
The doctor left.
My husband sat in a chair.