Crossing Oceans
“Shielding my aching eyes, I tried to lift my head, but it refused to budge. My cotton pajamas felt more like burlap against my sensitive skin. Even my hair hurt. Perspiration rolled down my temples as I buried my face deeper into the damp pillow. Why was it so hot? Touching my burning forehead, I realized that the room wasn’t sweltering. Just me.
My first thought was of Craig and me dancing in the rain. We shouldn’t have been so careless. Then I recalled the oncologist’s warning of the symptoms... I might soon experience: high fevers lasting a few hours to a week, fatigue, shortness of breath, itching, pain, jaundice, weakness, swelling, infections . . .
And so it begins.
What if I’d waited too long to talk with my father about raising Isabella? What if I died right here in this bed without securing her future? There was so much I still needed to teach her, so much more to say.
With rising panic, I forced my boulder of a head up and opened my mouth to call for help. My parched lips stuck together and my skull felt like it was being kicked repeatedly by steel-toed boots.MoreLess
My first thought was of Craig and me dancing in the rain. We shouldn’t have been so careless. Then I recalled the oncologist’s warning of the symptoms... I might soon experience: high fevers lasting a few hours to a week, fatigue, shortness of breath, itching, pain, jaundice, weakness, swelling, infections . . .
And so it begins.
What if I’d waited too long to talk with my father about raising Isabella? What if I died right here in this bed without securing her future? There was so much I still needed to teach her, so much more to say.
With rising panic, I forced my boulder of a head up and opened my mouth to call for help. My parched lips stuck together and my skull felt like it was being kicked repeatedly by steel-toed boots.MoreLess
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