My mother's glass eye turned inward, as it normally does when she is stressed or upset or both. The doctor asked if he could talk to her alone and she agreed; not that she really had a choice. I strained to hear what they were saying; though the outside of the door, I caught my name, and stage IV. " I though to myself, slowly making my way back to the chair that they presumed I was still in. Then it downed on my the only reason a doctor asks to speak to a parent in the hall is for terrible news, stages. Well there are a good bit of disease with stage but I was pretty certain I knew the one the doctor was about to diagnose me with; cancer.