I walked the hall

All the scenarios

Have already gone through my head

Throughout my sleepless nights

What will she say?

The doctor holds the key

To the rest of my life

In an innocent manila folder

Benign, malignant

Harmless, stage four

I’ve imagined every outcome

But I still can’t breathe

When I know

I can react

When I know

I can plan

What’s the plan?