On the way to Cleveland. Listening to Brian’s melancholic music, a deeper look into what really touches his heart. I find myself drifting into unpleasant thoughts. Ever since I got the big envelope with all my x-rays, CAT scans and MRIs I feel like someone tied a huge boulder around my neck and then pushed me overboard. I’m looking at it and think that my death sentence is sealed inside it.
I looked at the scans and I could see the tumor clearly. I could see my body in slices, every little detail there for strangers to see. I feel violated. People I don’t even know scrutinizing my insides, my entire body on a tray in slices, offered to professionals in hopes they will find things that are wrong, organs that are malfunctioning. No sense of privacy, everything out in the open…
I think we only have an hour left. I’m tired and my back is starting to hurt. I love Brian’s music.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
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