Floating Through Normal
"Working with Lauren on my memoir was an incredibly meaningful experience. As I revisited my breast cancer diagnosis and everything that came with it, she created a space that felt safe, comfortable, and even fun—something I never expected from such a deeply personal journey. Through her thought-provoking questions and writing talent, I was able to reconnect with my own inner strength, leaving me feeling more grounded and capable in my life today. I'm so grateful for her care, compassion, and the beautiful way she brought my story to life." — Client testimonial
She stood there silently. Listening. The sun shone in the window straight into her eyes, as if she were now standing in the spotlight for the world’s worst show.
Paul, on the other hand, fidgeted on the sofa, using both of their phones so their parents were all on the line—bringing in reinforcements without asking.
Angela heard their attempts to soothe her. Twenty minutes of:
“You don’t know what it is.”
“It could be anything.”
“Everything will be okay.”
She gave a small shake of her head. Everything was about to change, and it wasn’t going to be okay. She knew it.
“I’ll find a place to get a mammogram on Monday,” she offered in a desperate plea to get back to normal.
Apparently hearing what they wanted, the phone calls ended.
For the rest of the weekend, Angela and Paul fell into their roles. It felt safer that way.
And then it was Monday morning. She called her gynecologist’s office.
“I need to make an appointment.”
“Sure. Is this for your annual?” the person on the other line asked.
Angela hesitated. “No. I found a spot on my breast that needs to be looked at. I have a family history of breast cancer.”
“I understand. We can see you on Thursday.”
“That works. Thank you.”
Autopilot had taken her through the last week and a half; what was another few days?
Thursday arrived, and she found herself sitting on the exam chair—white paper beneath her, pink paper around her. Though the room was cold, she was sweating, and the table creaked with her shaking leg.
A sharp knock pulled her from her thoughts.