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bridge marching saturday

yesterday.  so familiar.  sitting on the hood of my volvo, you telling me you're pregnant.  you're so excited.  it's like, nothing surprises me.  but then, reaching up, touching the back of my neck: a lump.  and suddenly, it's back.  seven, eight months ago -- that long already?  we all sat out there, the last time i sat on my car and listened to you talking.  and i touched my lump, absently fingered it.  you told me to stop touching it.  you told me to see a doctor.  three months later, i was lying in a white room with an IV in my hand, the doctor telling me, "it was cancer, but we removed it."  radiation, ten days alone.  time, time, and i thought it was over.  the tiny, blue, once-a-day pill and the scars that are starting to fade seemed like reminders of something that maybe didn't happen, a dream, a summer.  

and this lump feels like the last one.  can't make appointments on weekends.  i wait for monday.

and i wonder, is God going to stop at nothing to get my attention, to stop me frozen, turn me back?   

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