Post Number Thirty-Five

Through The Fog

Recently, during my morning walk along the St. Clair River,  I witnessed a spectacular moment as the rising sun cut through the morning fog behind the Blue Water Bridge.  I failed to capture the full impact of the sight as the progress of the sun exceeded my capacity to get the shot on my phone camera.  Never the less, I was witness to the power of the sun to cut through the thickest fog and and transform the day from one of gloom to one of promise.

How I wish I possessed a similar capacity.  Today we wait to travel to Henry Ford Hospital in Detroit.  Tomorrow Terry will undergo surgery to remove 1/3 of her liver and eliminate the metastasized recurrence of her previous tumor.  I am living in a fog of dread.  Most likely all will go well and we will be beyond this and into recovery by tomorrow night.  But for the moment I know only the fear that something new will be discovered and our hoped for extended lives without cancer might not occur. 

I wait for the sun of good news to cut through this fog of gloom and announce a new and glorious day.

Dave Gladstone