After two full days indoors I was up and out today, prepped for my annual mammogram- 3D version for the first time. No change in the compression though, just a very sweet and patient technician- that helped and I didn’t have to fill out mounds of paperwork. In and out with a smile in record time and as I left I had no one to call.
Me::T, I’m done.
You:Are you coming?
Me:Of course, but first I’m stopping by my apartment ti see Dana. But I will be home to you by noon for lunch- Suburban?
YOU:Your choice. Just so long as I have good bread.
ME:(smile) Of course.
Funny, how I took this routine conversation for granted. Just the everyday practical.
Present silence is torture. But as I drive back home the sun streams and I grab for my sunglasses. Dana was waiting for me with a cup of coffee. There’s dinner plans with Jane and Michael, moving our meet up to my place. Time to show off the furuniture.
I’m trying to balance what I’ve lost with what I’ve been forced to create for this next chapter.
Yes, T. I’m moving forward. Yes, I feel your smile, your head bobbing up and down. Yes. And you feel my sadness as I push myself to keep moving.