untitled part 2

Let's start with how I ended up here being told of the diagnosis. A few weeks ago, I went in for a physical and after hours of waiting, I was finally checked and done. I went on with my week as normal and when I came home from school one afternoon, my mom asked me to go visit her room. "What's up?" "Don't be alarmed with what I am going to tell you until we know for sure. We have to go to the doctor again. Something is up with your physical." "Like what?" "They didn't say. But we have to go see your doctor. You're not going to school tomorrow." "Alright." That night I didn't worry but it was on my mind. What did the doctor have to tell me? Was it really bad? Maybe it was to redo my physical. Maybe it didn't come out right so I had to do it over. I wasn't sure but it didn't stop me from sleeping.