There’s a light in the darkness, though the night is black as my skin; there’s a light burning bright, showing me the way, but I know where I’ve been – Hairspray
Nine days ago, I sat in a crowded oncology office,
The patient in front of me took longer than usual. He was young, tired, gray.
I knew that look.
Do I look sick? I said to David.
I messaged a friend who was also waiting. Waiting for specialist results. Waiting for answers. Waiting to know if there was a big reason why all these little things wouldn’t seem to go away.
They’d not heard anything yet.
An hour later, the doctor called for me. Here we go, I thought.