No More A Secret

The events of the week were tiring … tests … x-rays … scans. Then the words of Dr. Walters, though soft and concerned, echoed in my ears “due to the size of the tumor, it’s most likely malignant.” The glorious buzz of the eve of Summer June 1989 became an immediate whisper, except for the loud pounding of my racing heart. The past, the present, eternity, became a mirage of frantic thoughts. I deliberately chose the long route home, and in between tears, prayed. The glowing turquoise waters, the brilliant sunshine, and the chattering seagulls darting lazily across the snow white sand calmed me. I wanted a second opinion. More tests, x-rays, scans ~ a few days later ~ my fears and Dr, Walters' words were confirmed … cancer ... ovarian cancer! According to Prescription for Nutritional Healing, “The American Cancer Society estimates that there are 170,000 or more deaths from cancer in the United States each year that could have been prevented.”  I was determined not to i...

A Tribute to My Dad One who used words wisely Whose face reflected strength Strength     wrapped in love     love that held a tiny baby     while singing lullaby and goodnight Love  that held a shaking hand  fearing the first day of school Love   that supported a tiny body   teaching it how to swim above deeper waters Love   that listened as tiny hands   banged chopsticks on a Baldwin piano Love   that proudly presented his now young lady   to a waiting would be son-in-law Maybe it was that strength that hid the pain Brewing beneath your breast We should have shared that pain The pain that took you away     Earth has lost you     It cries     Heaven has gained you     It rejoices     still I cry     I miss you! © June 2003