The Life of Reba McEntire Blackstock

Part 10

Hey guys! Sorry for the short chapter today! I will try to update as soon as possible, but I will be at national finals for volleyball in Florida this week!

Reba's P.O.V.

Narvel and I arrived at the hospital and he told me to wait in the car while he got something. He came back with a wheelchair and loaded me into it. I hated making others wait on my needs. From Narvel wheeling me around to the man on set of my shows who insists on getting me water, I hate it! I am thankful that I can do these things by myself, so let me do them. Anyways, Narv wheeled me into the waiting room, despite my great look of unhappiness, and signed me in. He always made my appointments for "Reba Blackstock," and I liked it very much. He did it for press reasons, so that word didn't get out that I was in the hospital, but I liked it because I felt like I was his. I was always Reba McEntire or Ms. McEntire, but I haven't been Reba McEntire for a long time. Since June 3, 1989, I was Reba Blackstock, and frankly, I liked her better than Reba McEntire or Reba Battles. He walked back over to me, then sat down slowly beside me. He said, "They're going to do a full body check-up while you're here today, because it's been over a year since you've been here." My face fell, because I hated anything medical. Narvel placed my head on his chest and wrapped his arms around me until we heard my name shouted from the open door down the hallway. I grabbed my stuff and Narvel wheeled me back to the room waiting for me. He picked me up out of the chair and set me on the table, asking me questions about the upcoming Vegas shows. By the time the doctor had arrived, we already had half of the set list completed. He came in and started checking all of my vitals, making small talk, then started feeling my body parts checking for any abnormalities. When he came upon my breast area, he took extra time checking, then all of a sudden changed the subject. He said he ordered an MRI for my ankle, which he presumed had a hairline fracture, but changed it to a full body MRI, just to double check that my body was fine. I was loaded into the MRI machine and the loud noises lulled me into a 2 hour nap and the machine did its thing. Narvel and I returned to the room we were in and waited for the doctor to return with good news. He came back very quiet this time, saying "Your ankle does have a hairline fracture and you will need to be in a boot for three weeks." That made me depressed, knowing that I wouldn't be able to move around as much as I had hoped. Narvel asked, "Is that it Doc? Are we free to go?" The doctor mumbled, "No, one more thing. You have breast cancer."