I remember little else, until I was in post-op, waiting to wake up enough for them to allow Michael to join me. I wrote off the look in his face as general concern and my own grogginess. Only later did I learn that he had just had his own, first encounter with Doctor, who told him that “it didn’t look good”, that I “probably had lymphoma”, and that I “would probably need chemo”. He was so distraught that he wasn’t even able to relate this news to me until after I had left the hospital the next day.