I walked to the bench today after my MRI. My doctor ordered the test to see if I have pancreatic cancer, not because I have any symptoms or suspicion, but because my mother died of it last year. “Better to know,” is what my doctor said. “We can at least get a baseline.”
Love that book by L'Engle and your beautiful expression. I know you'll get an all clear!
As both RN and someone who has waited for yes-it-is/no-it's-not results, I love this glimpse into your feelings. I love how you have a bench you walk to, as needed. It likely waits for you...
I have places too, mostly near certain trees as I water them deeply by hand. I love how you describe the bridges, and the "pearly blue" water that day.
Yes, I feel it. too---the walk there, that journey is almost everything.
Thank you Holly for your vulnerability and also for sharing!
This is quite beautiful. You describe your experience wonderfully. The MRI sounds sort of terrifying. I love walks myself, deep in nature. My father is dying of terminal cancer. He just got his latest MRI results. Still waiting on lung scan. I write about his experience here.
Anyway. Thank you.
‘The Incompatibility of Being Alive’