The "No Big Deal" Big Deal
Tomorrow afternoon my wife Annette will walk into a familiar office, sit down and let a perfectly wonderful woman stick a needle in her arm. The nice lady will fill three or four vials with Annette's blood and put a brightly colored band around Annette's arm. It will be no big deal.
The six month check-up has come again. We always have lumps in our throats when check-up time rolls around. It was a lump that started all this in January, 2004. Breast cancer is a beast—a threatening, voracious beast. We hate it without apology. Annette has been scarred by surgery, sickened by chemotherapy and seared by radiation. She stands today blessed to have no trace of cancer…but they are drawing blood tomorrow. We will hear from the doctor in a week. It is a long week between the tests and the truth.
We anticipate no bad news. But Annette invites your prayers for her peace and her health. Thank you. Deeply and sincerely.
We have not been able to walk any of this journey without our faithful friends. Walk with us a bit farther. They are drawing blood tomorrow. It should be no big deal.
posted by Eddie @ 10:33 PM
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You wrote good words seasoned in reality and faith.
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You wrote good words seasoned in reality and faith.
I was reading Annie Dillard's passage from The Writing Life to Barbara Tucker today about the green inchworm, who panics every time it gets to the end of a blade of grass. "What? No More? The End of the World!!"
I am thinking about William Stafford, the poet, who said once when I heard him speak at a reading, about how a non-swimmer looks at water: "Look at that: anybody can tell you that won't hold you up. Why, I can pass my hand right through it!" But, he said, a swimmer knows.
Inch on out the blade of grass, you two dear ones. Swim.
Carisse
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