Pain unrelenting. Doctors dismiss my pleas, ushering me quickly out of the office. I struggle into the hallway and call my husband. Other brush past me, looking on curiously.
The medicine is needed for life, the pushing back of cancer’s return. And yet pain fills the void, making even small tasks impossible.
Fearing the future, I huddle on the couch, pull out my Kindle, and read:
“Somewhere along the line, I come to believe that fear has brought its best game. It is roaring like an ocean in my ears and I take as deep a breath as I can and force the sound of waves crashing on rocks to fade.” —Don Hoesel
Breathing and waiting and praying. Ready for change.