I remember the exact moment I got the news, when my world stopped and for the moment -nothing else mattered. I remember the way the doctor led us across the recovery room and into the makeshift office of the medical tech I saw scurrying away. Some guy who, at the doctors urging, left so fast, his abandoned cup of coffee still sat steaming on his desk. We sat talking until that cup of coffee grew cold.
At first there was relief, I was strung out from sleep deprivation, and determination. I knew something was very wrong, but no one in Arizona could figure it out. Thanks to my father’s celebrity connections, Zoe and I had flown across the country to meet with a team of special doctors.
I made it through that meeting , learning a lot from the doctors words and more from those converstions that followed. Most doctors are practiced at the art of breaking bad news.
Over time I have learned how much to say, how to have these conversations- and when it is best not to try.