The phone rang at the end of January. My in-law said the tests were positive and yes, it had metastasized.
The phone rang three days later. Different in-law. Yes, it was.
The new news came yesterday. Protesting that three’s a crowd does nobody any good and there is much we do not know yet; what we do know gives much room for hope.
Trying to process it all: I write, I knit.
And I looked up in the early afternoon while typing to Chan: on the roof of the shed, with the awning blocking my view, all I could see was the feet and the wing and tail tips that had just arrived. The dove on the patio freaked and ran straight up and towards it; those big feet and feathers turned leisurely to enjoy the pizza delivery.
I think less than an hour later, he settled in on the back of that chair I talked about yesterday and simply stood and looked me in the eyes. He wasn’t looking for prey.
It was a moment of sharing in all Creation.
“Be still, and know that I am God.”
My thoughts flew upwards on his wings and a prayer.