A Time for Healing

Wednesday, September 3: Yesterday, I went for a mammogram. The results were abnormal. Today, I am to make an appointment to have a biopsy. I feel split down the center. One part of me screams, "Danger!" The other shouts, "Impossible!",

TUMOR

I move through a mist on a web of silk strands
That quiver with each footstep I take.
I know they may hold 'til I reach the next shore,
And I know the next strand may just break.

No time since the start, no warning of voyage.
One day on a hill with a view,
The next in a mist with nothing secure,
Not even which thoughts to pursue.

As I stand on this web, I want to cry out.
To stand still 'til I gain back control,
To curl into a ball 'til a rescue is made
That will lift this deep dread from my soul.

I look at my mate on a web of his own,
Reflecting my fear in his eyes,
As he tries to reach out to support my next step
While attempting to muffle his cries.

And I know as I look that this is just life,
Not a thing on its own set apart.
And there's nothing to do but to trust the next strand,
In the hopes that the mist will soon part.

So I'll reach for my mate and we'll talk of our fears
We'll cry for our loss of control.
We'll hold up our heads as we take the next step
And pretend we're just taking a stroll.