<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/a-tale-of-two-cities/”>A Tale of Two Cities</a>
It always starts out as something simple. This time it was a bump on my left arm that we honestly were treating like a clot. Too bad it kept pushing on my muscles and after two weeks we finally decided to run those stupid tests I long ago stopped worrying about. You get diagnosed with cancer once, you rarely think about the continued new locations it might show up. I’ve been doing this round for a year plus and nothing surprises me anymore.
Monday comes the bigger decision, how much do we take out? Just the tumor itself and maybe some surrounding tissue? Or are we going to find something worse while I’m laying there listening to them talk about my options? The best case for any of this is losing some feeling and definitely some range of motion. Where do I draw the line?
One of the last things that still gives me hope is the feeling of a hug. There’s nothing stopping someone from giving me one, but I wonder how much effort it will take to return that simple gesture.
Years ago I had some muscle cleaned up from my right arm. It was a combination of old baseball injury and a cyst that was easy to repair. Walked out the same day with a sling and was dumb enough to drive myself home. Those were the early days of my relationship with the ex and I still needed to figure all of that out, leaning on her might have been too much. Her showing up with a plant later was definitely a surprise since I didn’t tell her I was home at the time.
But that was simple. I’ve had sports injuries over my years, this is different. When I have to think about it attached to bone you enter a new level of concern. Yep, and no I will not let them take any portion of my arm beyond some muscle/tendon/fatty tissue!
I realize this isn’t the prompt, but I write enough about bouncing between Boston and Annapolis. Running away from one life in Maryland and being completely scared of the life I have in Boston. I came here to get help, and I’m getting it but sometimes I forget the cost to myself. And others…
Can I add some level of stupid now? I’ve become attached to my left arm? Sorry, needed to do that, even I grimaced!
Hopefully the family I live with will understand why some hug might be too long. And yes, I’m going to be completely trapped in a world were the only thing that matters was holding my daughter. Can’t be helped, times like this I need those thoughts to get me through. They are powerful, they have a strong ability to ground my emotions, even when they sometimes get too strong.
Those hugs and maybe some time with a piano will be my afternoon. I don’t want to squander the opportunity.