We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Am I in the middle of a Dr Who episode? I keep thinking any moment the Taurus will drop in and the Doctor will swoop me out of here. Alas, no rescue in sight.
There is only the beeping of this machine and pounding of my heart.
They don’t think I know what is happening. The truth is I do, and even if I could speak, I might not stop them.
But, then who wants to hear the truth?
Doctor: “I’m sorry. There is nothing else we can do for you.”
Patient: “As a result of the last tests. What do we do next?”
Doctor: says nothing.
Patient: “I’ll try the research hospital next.”
If I had been confident of the road I was on, maybe I would have reached the top. If I had gathered every little blessing along the way, I would have been rich. If I had lived every moment, I wouldn’t be afraid of what is around the bend in the road. If I had loved, someone would be here to fight for me.
Doctor: I’m sorry, there is nothing else we can do.
The last drip slipped into the IV.
Except for the echo of my heart, the room was silent.