Cindy and the Doctor

We drove to Northside for the doctors appointment. "You have a tumor." was all she remembered the doctor saying. We spent the next 9 days trying to convince her of the positives. You are post menopausal, really bad news is never given over the phone, 90% of these are benign, etc... We ignored the little wisp of fear that crept in periodically.
The doctor came in, I wrote everything down. Grapefruit size mass, 2 hour surgery, 3-7 days in the hospital, worse case, best case, everything.
He wanted a CT scan, skip the stress test, she had one during her physical, then a surgical preop appointment on the 26th, surgery on the 31st. So now we wait.