The Life of Reba McEntire Blackstock

Part 11

Reba's P.O.V.

My brain feels as numb as my body. I can't even forge a thought. My arms feel so heavy and hang limp at my sides. It's as I'm unconscious yet fully awake. The doctor just told me I have breast cancer. This can't be happening. "No, no, no, no, no. You must be mistaken. Maybe you have the wrong chart!" I lunge at the doctor, attempting to grab the clipboard from his hands, but Narvel grabs my waist and pulls me back onto his lap. "I'm very sorry Ms. McEnt-... Blackstock. I will let you get used to the news while I have a nurse retrieve a boot for you. I will call you tomorrow to discuss treatment options." The doctor then exited the room, leaving Narvel and I alone. We just sat in silence, the shock becoming reality. Narvel still had his arms wrapped tightly around my body, as if trying to protect me form the news. When I finally came out of my foggy mindset, I nuzzled my head into the crook of Narvel's neck. He rubbed small circles on my back with his thumb. Then I felt tear come to rest on my hair, working its way to my scalp. It was then I started to cry my tears falling off my face, onto Narvel's chest.

Narvel's P.O.V.

I felt like I was going to throw up the entire contents of my stomach. The doctor just told my wife and I that she has breast cancer. I am in a state of complete shock. All I can do is shake. Reba recovers much quicker than I am able to. She speaks up, saying, "No, no, no, no, no. You must be mistaken. Maybe you have the wrong chart!" She then jumps out of her chair, demanding to see the clipboard in his hand. I, having quick reflexes, also jump up to grab her waist and place her on my lap. The doctor, also in shock because of the aggression of Red, utters, "I'm very sorry Ms. McEnt-... Blackstock. I will let you get used to the news while I have a nurse retrieve a boot for you. I will call you tomorrow to discuss treatment options." He then casually leaves. Many people would hate to have my job as a manager, but I would hate to have his job. Imagine having to deliver the news of a deathly disorder in someone's body. Wait, deadly disorder. Reba could die from this. I couldn't function without her. She is my everything. Reba brought me out of my trance by laying her head in the crook of my neck. Tears welled up in my eyes as I glanced at the mound of red hair on my chest. All of her hair will be gone with the upcoming chemo treatments. A single tear leaked from my eye and onto her gorgeous red locks, nestling its way onto her scalp. At that point she too began crying, feeling her tears running through my shirt and onto my chest.