Thoughts are rumbling through my brain mirroring the
thunderstorm outside.
My thoughts are reflective of the weather. Half my thoughts are preoccupied by dark, stormy thunderheads while the other half smiles in the gloriously brilliant sunshine.
My heart quickens every time I think about tomorrow. This will be my first appointment with my oncologist since my treatment ended nine weeks ago. The big question rumbles and looms...
What if she finds something new?
This is just a routine visit. All will be well.
Then I remember that this all started 16 months ago with
"just a routine visit" during which I fully expected that "all would be well".
My cloudy, tumbling side booms with doubt.
My bright, sunshiny side whispers that all WILL be well.
The dazzling blue sky that is now peeking out from behind the thunderclouds tells me to be calm. Breath deeply. Be calm. The storm will pass and all will be well...
And calm!
Beautifully written, Verna!
ReplyDeleteYou are sweet to say that, Amber.
ReplyDeleteThe weather was just like my brain that evening...very unsettled! Sometimes words can flow and sometimes writing is more of a struggle, but appreciating the people who read this blog is always VERY easy!!!!