Today Dr. Letterman tells me, "There is good news."
She tells me someone is here to see me, that they read about me in a news article, that someone had seen pictures from before the surgery, that they know my smooth caramel skin; they know the explosion of curls and heard me cry out for help.
Only, when they walk in I recognize their face . . .
so I scream.
At the very very top of my gruff lungs until my throat went raw.