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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 94 "No mistake." She shakes her head. How far along? I sink into the nearest chair, making a number of rapid calculations in my head. I have been meticulously careful. Except once. (Like an echo: "I missed you," I can hear Mark say. He traces a trail with his fingertip down my ribs. "You don't waste time, do you?" I say. "There's plenty of time.) It is possible. I think of all the X-rays taken without a shield, the radioactive dyes, the liver scan, all the things done behind heavy doors marked CAUTION, and NUCLEAR MEDICINE, of all the drugs and anaesthetics. How far? . . .almost four months. Oh, my God. How could I not know? My head is like a helium balloon floating inches off my body. "When was your last menstrual period?" the nurse asks. "Mrs. Harper? - Are you all right?" "I'm fine." My head returns. "I don't know. I haven't. . . it's been months. Doctor Sontag said it was the illness, that it would take a while for things to get back to normal." "I see." "Pregnancy. . .is dangerous, isn't it?" "There are indications that pregnancy will activate cancer," she says. |
