Monday, January 27, 2014


I am never more aware of my human-ness than when confronted with something that is absolutely joyful...
(for someone else)
but that skipped me...

and I danced with those ugly feelings today.
sitting in the cancer center, awaiting Donald's cat scan I sat talking to an older couple. The husband, outgoing and funny, is recovering from a  surgery that took fifteen hours and rerouted his innards and chemo treatments...
he is in remission.

and there is nothing
like the duplicity of sitting there
feeling so happy
that he IS
and yet sad because that isn't an option for Donald.

And this isn't really about being down or's just honest.  

1 comment:

Heather Truett said...

(((HUGS))) I love your honesty. It's one of my favorite things about you. I never have to hide with you and I never have to second-guess the things you say.