Jared and I came to the agreement time the phone rto stay at the house until Evana's test results came back. It would reduce stress for both of us and hopefully let me get out of my head.
The whole weekend I was really paranoid. Every time the phone rang i would drop everything and run to it and every time I was mislead. Matt had said by Monday or Wednesday, but I hoped sooner.
Jared was on edge too, looking at his phone and checking his voice mail every hour or so. He would try to tell me it was ok, that she would be fine, which settled my nerves for only a little while.
Evana was alseep for most of the time. She stopped eating and drinking, only getting up to go outside or come lay with me. She remained optimistic, despite the looming despair.
Then, on Monday morning, I woke up to Jared on the phone. I sat straight up with my stomach still in knots. He looked over at me and put up one finger asking for a minute to get off the phone. Evana, who was sleeping at my feet, stumbled into my lap and laid down with a thud. Her tag inched side to side with a small amount of effort.
"Thanks." Jared managed as he turned towards me. His eyes now doleful and welting with tears.
"That uh. . . that was Matt." Jared said, tossing his phone on the love seat. He sat down on it and ran his hands through his hair. "Eva. . . Eva has cancer."
