Waiting Room

  
I have never been good

at waiting.

As a child, surprise 

on Christmas morning

was far less important than

touching the tangible gift

and celebrating the

stuff of it. 

We spend thousands of hours  

of our lives 

waiting:

waiting for doctordentistflighttherapist

autoservicegrocerylinerehearsal

soccerpracticelessonaudition

But waiting 

with cancer

may be the worst.

You notice every symptom.

You research every possibility.

You hope. You worry. 

You go on.

And wait.

Try to be awake to 

this minute 

this moment

passing

by that will not

wait.

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