Two days more.
Nothing changes other than my awareness.
I worry. I wait. I worry.
Don’t say it!
Just wait. Have faith. Move forward. Keep busy.
“Tell your doctor.” “Don’t forget.” They say.
That pain – it is familiar to me.
Should I worry? Why worry? It won’t help. Yet, I worry.
Tell the kids? Don’t tell the kids? What to do.
Two more days.
Get some rest. Restless night last night. I’m tired.
It is – what it is.
Nine months… a year longer than I had expected to live.
Surgery – again? Chemo – again? No hair – again?
Do I have another year?
Just wait – wait for it…