Mar 16, 2021
2021
I don’t know how many of my original readers still come here. But those who do may recall a day in March when everything changed.
Nick called. He had cancer.
Yesterday I came home from having blood work done at my doctor and my mom was puttering around the kitchen and said that two calls came in while I was gone. One was irrelevant.
The other:
“Image Care called and they want me to come in tomorrow to have an ultrasound of a spot on my right breast.”
Dear readers. There was suddenly a cold feeling in my stomach.
I drove her here. She put on her masks and went in. Silent. Scared.
And I am left here with you.
