In the waiting room. It would be good news, but we didn’t know that yet
How death cheated I supposed
How apropos I figured
Because again I felt
That precious wonder in
Each breath
I want to live
I want to live
And all those images
Would say that
There’s a small suspicious spot
It’s early
No matter if the worst
Case comes to pass
You’ve got this and it
Feels just like
A second chance
Life is short, and we never know, really, how short it will be
My good friend went with me to the urgent care, and to the stat diagnostic appointment the next morning. The period between the initial visit and the test results were fraught with tension, grief, preparation, and panic. The nurse, doctors, technicians were all compassionate, caring, and made this process less isolating than it could have been. A later appointment with the surgeon confirmed a probable positive prognosis. There still may be a significant journey ahead, but my chances are good, and I am grateful for that.
In addition to that, I am making some big life changes – in the middle of moving back to a place a used to live. I’m shedding all of my possessions but what fits into two car loads. The rest I have been, and am still, giving away. What I bring back into my life will be carefully evaluated for usefulness and beauty and character.