Days without word. Calls placed, leaving unanswered messages.
Thoughts probing the unknown, imagining the cancer’s spread. Worry fills nights with sleeplessness, with restlessness.
No tasks to be accomplished. Thoughts tangle into twisted masses.
Novels entertain, occasionally enlighten. Reading one day, I find:
“An unknown threat lurking in the shadows can wear a man down faster than a known one.” —Douglas E. Richards
So very tired of the waiting and wondering and pacing. And then. Finally, a call. The end of the relentless time in between.
Radiation today and the burning. Hope for a future.