It was another visit with Dr. Mark. That pesky breast inflammation had come back to haunt me. It was so painful that I was desperate for a solution, not so much for the pain, but for the fact that the inflammation was getting out of control. I also wanted to make sure that my heart was doing okay.
We had the typical exam and talked about options. What about this medication for pain? no. What about exploring an anti-inflammatory medication? maybe. What about something topical for pain? no.
Finally, I asked him. I know you listened to my heart with a stethoscope. Did it sound healthy? I don’t think I’ll forget what he said:
Dr. Mark: Abigail, your heart sounds happy. And… what’s the word? Hopeful.
Abigail: You can hear hope with your stethoscope?
Dr. Mark: I don’t need my stethoscope for that. I can hear hope in your voice.
And that’s a moment I never want to forget. Even though my life is more crazy than I would prefer, I am hopeful, and he heard it.