Emma and Michael sat in Dr. Rayburn"s office once again, with familiar feelings of anticipation approaching panic. It was as if making them wait was part of the torture; they sat idly with the expectation that bad news that was always just around the corner.
Dr. Rayburn walked into the room and sat down. He was quiet for a moment and then slowly grinned. “It"s good news,” he offered. “We are seeing the beginnings of tumor shrinkage.”
“Oh my God,” Emma screamed. “Really?”
“Yes, really. We are only a week into the new therapy, and the drug appears to be working.”
“It"s the drug my father provided?”
Dr. Rayburn nodded. “It is.”
Emma and Michael lit up, grinning widely. “Thank you so much,” Emma said. Michael sat speechless for a time and then hugged his wife and they both began to cry,
