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"Of course," I replied, although my hands were shaking uncontrollably.
I was ultra nervous. After weeks of not feeling good, I knew something was wrong. And that was the defining moment. Dr. Duncan was going to tell me the results of all the tests we had done.
"Tell me frankly, doctor," I said. “I prefer to know now rather than continue to pretend that everything is fine. ”
A doctor sitting at his office - Source: Mid-term
"Emaily, you have Charcot-Marie-Tooth disease. It is a rare neurological disease that affects motor skills. Over time, walking may become more difficult, and it is likely that you will need some form of mobility support. ”
"What is it?" I asked. "Please explain more to me. Help me understand. Please..."
Dr. Duncan smiled sadly.
A woman sitting in a doctor's office - Source: Mid-term
"Of course, Emily," he said. “Simply put, this disease is a group of hereditary disorders that cause nerve damage. This damage is mainly about the arms and legs, which is why I need you to know that the loss of mobility is high. ”
I'm kept sitting, niggering, barely able to grasp words. I was 29 years old. I thought I had all the time in the world. I wanted kids, but how could I consider that now? When it was possible that I was nailed in a wheelchair?
A doctor sitting at his office - Source: Mid-term
I didn't know how to accept it. And then the reality of having to tell my husband, Tyler, hit me even harder.
How would he react? What if he couldn't stand it?
I left the doctor's room and I chose to walk in the park. I wanted to feel the fresh air on my face. I wanted to walk in the grass and kick the leaves. I wanted to do the simple things that might be taken away from me in the months or years to come.
A woman walking in a park - Source: Midjourney
That evening, I finally found the courage to tell him. I waited until dinner after preparing his favorite meal, hoping that he was in a relaxed mood. But as I spoke to him at an open heart, he was half watching the football match on television.
"Tyler, can you turn it off for a second?" I whispered, trying to keep a firm voice. "I really need to talk to you about something important, darling. ”
He rolled his eyes, but took the remote control with one hand, holding his beer can from the other.
A woman sitting at a dinner table. Source: Midjourney
"Okay, Em, what's so bad?" ", he asked.
I took a deep breath.
