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dilated. While I waited, I could feel the stress fill my entire body. Everything
seemed to be moving slowly. My breathing was deep, while I continued to
think about what was going to happen.

Twenty minutes had passed and the next technician called me in. She had
me sit in front of the eye machine. Then she used a cleaning toilette to
sterilized the chin and head rest area where she wanted me to place my
face. Once she had me ready, I continued to take slow breaths. I was
completely in the moment. Trying to be as still as possible. I didn’t want to
move or breath, giving any chance to a possibly blur or shadow in any of the
pictures. Somehow, I thought that might help give a better result or at least
save me from the possibility of a faulty one.

The tech took the necessary photos and then had me move to the next
machine. I was looking at her for any sign of positivity. There weren't
any. She continued with the next test. I looked where she told me. Again, I
sat as still as possible, not wanting to breath. I could hear my heart
beating. My mind kept saying, "Please let everything be fine." We were
done. The tech walked me back to another room where I'd waited for Dr.
Phan to review the new tests.

While I waited for her, I was quietly taking it all in, wondering what type of
news was to follow. I didn’t let my mind wonder too far. Mom came into the
room. The tech had gone to get her, as I had asked. Mom sat in the corner of
the room and waited patiently.

My original tech came back in. She wanted to do some measurements. She
had a new intern with her and asked if it would be ok to have her
practice. She'd follow up and then review them. I said, "Sure." After they
were done, my original tech showed me pictures of her ragged doll cat and
updated me on what was happening with her. I was trying to listen, as I had
done before in previous appointments, but to be honest, my mind couldn’t
focus on what she was saying. I smiled to give her the sense I was, but I
wasn’t. I was to nervous. Finally, Dr. Phan came.

Dr. Phan had the same sweet, quiet disposition as she had always had. I was
trying to read everybody movement to get some idea what she was going to
say. I couldn’t tell. Then she began to speak. It’s the best possible outcome
we could have hoped for. The tumor completely shrank. It’s totally flat. I was
in shock... Did I hear that correctly. "It shrank?" I said. Dr. Phan was
smiling. I knew whatever she said must have been good, but I needed her to