“Your CT scans were fine.”
You breathe a sigh of relief.
“But the MRI revealed a spot on your
brain.”
And with those words you start falling.
You feel the floor crumble beneath you and the sounds of talking fade
as you slip away. You're vaguely aware of you own voice, sounding
oddly calm, as the faces in the room grow blurry.
All that was solid rushes by and your
lungs gasp for air and yet you move more slowly than you would have
thought possible. The room, your spouse, the spot of egg on your
doctor's tie, the clock on the wall with the time you had noted
(you'd been annoyed that your appointment was starting twenty minutes
late) recede into the tiniest of specks and the darkness engulfs you.
Falling feels scary and good at the
same time. You are panicked but somehow you know that to fall away
from your present is as good an escape as any.
And then a voice cuts through. One you
know and love. A voice that has brought you back to reality so many
times in the past.
And you land, far below where you
started, with a thud.
You pick yourself up, reach back up
towards those fluorescent lights you've always hated. And slowly,
deliberately, reluctantly, you haul yourself back and to sit in the
chair on which you started. You don't know what was said in your
absence. No one seems to have noticed you were gone.
You find out later that your head
nodded, your lips moved and words came out while you were falling. An
appointment was booked, reassurances were made and a promise that a
plan would soon be in place.
You remember nothing after the words,
“spot on your brain.”
It doesn't matter. You've been through
something like this before. Someone will fill you in on what you missed while you were falling.
1 comment:
really powerful. Just rings with truth.
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