There is no warning rattle at the door. I am not sure why. I was convinced there would be as I approached it. The closer I came didn't seem to matter. I had been prepared for it and expected it but here I am and....nothing.
Staring out my window as the sun came up over the horizon, I had no idea what the prognosis would be. My appointment was only three hours away and somehow I knew what they were going to say. Call it premonition or whatever you want, I just knew. I had already prepared how I was going to tell my children and every time I thought about it I had to choke back the tears.