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A little while later, I could hear the curtain open next to me and the doctor had
come in to visit with her. It sounded like Dr. Phan. Dr. Phan began to tell the
gal that there had been a problem with the manufacturing of her plaque.

The radiation plaques were individually made for each of us, based on our
eyeball structure and tumor size. Dr. Phan said she was so sorry, but that she
wasn’t comfortable installing her plaque. Therefore, the gal’s procedure
wasn’t going forward that day. The lady began to sound confused and even
more stressed out. I felt so bad for her. She was in shock, just as I would
have been.

I was listening intently, feeling her stress and how scared she was. What an
emotional roller coaster she was going through. I wanted to give her a hug,
but her husband was there and he was taking good care of her.

It made me realize just how stressful this was and all the internal stress
I'd been going through. The reality of everything was popping in again. Dr.
Phan then told her they’d need to reschedule. It would probably be about 3 to
4 weeks because they’d need to make her a new plaque. I couldn't believe
what was happening to her. I felt so badly for her.

I could tell the gal was so stressed out. She started nervously asking all sorts
of questions. Why so long? What about the cancer? Would it get
worse? Obviously, she didn’t want the cancer left in there any longer. I
totally understood her concerns. I would have felt the same way. I was
beginning to feel sick for her. I knew exactly how stressful this situation was
and to then have that happen? I was devastated for her.

Moments later, my curtain opened. It was Dr. Phan. Her head hung a bit low
and I could tell she had bad news for me too. She said, “Hi Teri.” in a quiet
voice. Before she could say another word, I said, “Don’t tell me. There’s
something wrong with my plaque too? She said yes. I then said, is it the
same thing as the gal next to me had? She said yes, and that there were 4
patience today that the plaques were made to small. I couldn’t believe it. I felt
like the air had just been knocked out of me once again.

Dr. Phan began to explain that my procedure wouldn’t be happening today. I
couldn’t believe it. I told Dr. Phan, I had heard what she said to the patient
next to me. I told her that I was worried about having the cancer in my eye
any longer as well. She explained to me, as she had done with the gal next to
me, that this was a slow growing cancer. My brain started thinking about