Thursday, November 07, 2019

What does it feel like

To have an adult son with brain cancer. It’s sort of, kinda

Like I fell and broke my femur,

but someone wants me to run a marathon.

Like I have a hundred pound sack on my shoulder and

I’m on a treadmill going nowhere.

Like a good night’s sleep is a vague,

impossible to recover, memory.

Like the Psalms suddenly make sense and they never did before.

Like we’ve talked more in 4 weeks than the previous 30 years.

Like life is one long asthma attack.

Like noticing strange, unimportant things—

he has no gray hair and a very large vocabulary.

Like the world stopped on October 1, 2019.

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