It was early the next week and I called the doctor’s office for the results during my planning period. Nate, of course, was again teaching middle schoolers to code an hour away. I couldn’t wait until I got home. So I called, spoke to the doctor who simply said, “Well, it’s cancer…” I’m sure she said more than that. But I don’t remember. It was what I expected. I wasn’t surprised and yet it was absolutely crazy. I went into the next classroom and told my friend to pause her class because I needed to speak to her real quick. She thought I might be joking. She gave me a big hug and then I went back to my desk to regroup. I headed down to the school secretary because I knew I’d have to fill out some paper work. She asked if I wanted to go home. I didn’t think about going home. I’d just sit around thinking about that I had cancer. That I, Amy Christie Selikoff, have cancer. I have cancer. Again and again. I went to another friend’s class to tell her in the middle of teaching that I have cancer. She asked what Nathan had said; I hadn’t told him because I wanted to tell him when he got home. She said I should tell him now. I don’t even remember if I called or texted. I do know that when 4th period started, I was back up in front of the class. Usually the federal court system is mildly interesting to me; I have no idea if I made any sense the rest of the day. “I have cancer” was on repeat.
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