“Are you saying she’s cured?” I asked.
“I’m saying there is no evidence of active disease today,” Dr. Shah replied. “We will continue watching closely.”
Months earlier, I would have hated the caution in that answer.
Now I understood that hope did not require certainty.
Sophie looked at the scan.
“So that little mark is what’s left?”
“It may eventually become even less visible.”
“Can I keep the picture?”
Dr. Shah smiled.
“We can print one for you.”
Eric shifted beside the window.
“I owe this hospital an apology.”
“You owe several people an apology,” Sophie said.
He nodded.
“I know.”
Then she looked at Daniel.
“And you have to stop making that face every time Dad enters the room.”
“What face?”
“The one that says you smelled something bad.”
Dr. Shah covered a laugh with her hand.
Daniel glanced at Eric.
“I’ll work on it.”
