It’s weird … this waiting.
This Neverland of Infinite Possibilities.
Well, no. There really are only two possibilities. Do I still have active cancer or am I back in remission?
And will this be my life going forward? Do I or don’t I? Holding my breath at every doctor’s visit awaiting the word?
I finished radiation treatments three weeks ago but can’t get a PET scan for another five weeks.
In the meantime I wait. Everyone waits.
Like beached sailboats. No water. No movement.
Family. Friends. Everyone on hold.
We pray.
We wait.
It’s weird … this waiting.
A Life Sanctified 