I guess I still feel a little numb from hearing my wife’s diagnosis. I was thinking today that the poem read by King George VI in his 1939 New Year’s message fit our situation. Europe was facing war, there were dark and unknown times ahead. The poem says:
I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year,
Give me a light that I might tread safely into the unknown.
He said to me: Go forth into the darkness and take the hand of God.
That will be to thee better than light, and safer than a known way.
A few days ago I posted the poem “Broken” where I likened a bowl that cracked at work last week to the suddenness of a traffic accident. Last week I learned there’s more than one way a dish can suddenly split in half.
On the 13th I came home from my shift at the Villa resolved that I was going to finally have a physical checkup to see why I’ve been so fatigued all winter, why my thinking seems at times so fuzzy, why I get so out of breath and my nerves burn so much. I put in a normal shift at work that day and my upper legs hurt all evening, somewhat like a bad sunburn.
I’ve been telling myself all winter I need to be more active, cut out coffee, etc., but Tuesday I decided these problems stem from something deeper than a sedentary lifestyle. So I…
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