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A few days later, Karen was at the nail salon
when he called. "I have the results of your
biopsy," he said. "It tested positive for non-
Hodgkin lymphoma."
"What's that?"
"It's a terminal form of cancer. You need to
see an oncologist."
"It's terminal."
The words echoed in her mind.
Karen stumbled out of the nail salon in a
daze. She didn't notice the sun that shone over
Houston. She didn't notice the tra c. She
didn't remember driving home.
She felt like she was in a tunnel. The world
around her had receded into darkness.
Cancer.
Her father had died of an aggressive form of
brain cancer. Her stepfather had died of lung
cancer. Her mother had died of ovarian cancer.
All within the past seven years.
Now, she had cancer?
That wasn't even the word that had knocked
her the furthest into a dark tunnel.
She was only 54 years old and…terminal.
by Melanie Hemry
A
Harvest of
HEALING
Karen Wells
pulled into the parking lot at her
ophthalmologist's offi ce. She looked into
the rearview mirror with a sigh. Makeup
didn't camoufl age the swelling over her
right eye. Her regular doctor hadn't
found anything wrong, so he'd sent
her here. After examining her eyes, the
ophthalmologist said, "This is atypical,
so I'm going to do a quick biopsy."
