Waiting

We are waiting.

Waiting for news of:

  • the birth of our niece, whose due date has arrived,

  • either the miraculous recovery or the passing of our dear friend, whose lungs are filling with fluid,

  • the results of Sean’s four skin biopsies collected last week,

  • the date and gory details of his next biopsy, this time on the gums.

“Live in the moment!” they say.

“Carpe diem!” they shout.

But living in this moment means

waiting.

That is what this moment means,

this one that I’m living in.

At this moment,

baby girl is tucked inside,

our sweet friend is still with us,

and

as far as we know,

Sean is cancer free.

I will do my best to enjoy this moment. I will.

But I will do so with one eye on the phone,

watching,

listening,

waiting,

knowing

that each one of these four phone calls

will certainly

alter our lives

forever.