Today, I got that rejection letter I’ve been waiting on. Three weeks since my first mammogram. I admit my heart stopped when I saw it lying at the bottom of the mailbox, snuggled up next to the resident Huntsman.
I was on my way to school pick up. I found myself wondering if it was the right moment to open it? Is there ever a good time?
I ripped it open. “No visible signs of breast cancer…” The type after that faded into nothingness. Upshot: thanks for coming, see you in two years.
I let out a breath that I hadn’t even realised I was holding.
The best kind of rejection letter.
I ask again: What are you waiting for?