My Little Ordeal

Facing your mortality is a bitch.
I’m a “Life is Good” girl.
Yeah, death is out there. Somewhere.
And I know it’s coming closer every day.
I’m 68. Death is no stranger.

But me, I take care of myself.
Do all the right things.
I eat my greens. Exercise almost
every blessed day. Love life.
Love the leaves on the trees,
the wind in my face,
the kitty cats in the neighborhood.
People. Most of them anyway,
if they give me half a chance.

So this pesky little maybe – maybe not
life-threatening diagnosis
upset my apple cart but good.
For five eternal days I waited. Sweated.
Meditated. Alternated between fear and denial.
Accepted uncertainty in fits and starts.
Wondered, against my better judgment,
about grandchildren I might never see.
Such drama. The stress gave me a cold.

I finally got the answer.  The one I wanted.
And for a day the world was a golden ball of relief
and exuberance.

 

 

Advertisements

About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
This entry was posted in emotions, health, human interest, poetry, spirituality, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to My Little Ordeal

  1. lcpknox says:

    I can empathize with you. So happy that you got good news!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. boomergirl47 says:

    Thanks, Lucinda. As we get older, these little skirmishes will probably happen more frequently!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s