Author Affiliation: Theda Care, Neenah, Wisconsin (firstname.lastname@example.org).
This is the before. A moment suspended like a bubble floating on a warm summer breeze gently but inevitably toward the ground. I feel the pop coming, an implosion of the very center of your life. Anticipating what this moment would hold, I nevertheless hoped for something different. To be able to eagerly dial your number and shout out the good news to you in a breathless rush. It's not what we thought. It's not cancer.
Instead I take a deep breath, pressing each number slowly, cautiously, drawing out the moment before the burst. The burst of your plans and your dreams and your future. I stall for time, asking if this is a good time, are you alone, do you have a pen and paper? You set the phone down and I hear you call to your partner, herd the kids downstairs, step quickly back to the phone, and pick it up. “I’m ready.”
Frank J. The Before. JAMA. 2012;307(9):921. doi:10.1001/jama.2012.200