It’s been a long two weeks.
On a Tuesday afternoon my husband had a biopsy. His PSA numbers had risen to the point of raising some concern, and it was time to find out what was going on. His test results, we assumed, would be available by the end of the week.
It was an inaccurate assumption.
Winter weather moved in and life, including communication from the doctor’s office, came to a screeching halt for an additional week. Which gave us more than enough time to wonder just what those test results would have to say. Was it prostate cancer? If so, how aggressive? Would treatment be necessary? If so, what kind? What side effects? The longer we had to wait, the more we wanted to know the results. Until you have the information, it all swirls around in your head. Especially in the wee hours of the morning.
Today, his results came in, and there is no cancer.
Life has a way of reminding us that our days are both precious and precarious.
The precious is found in the here and nowness of our lives.
The precarious on the other side of a door that is not yet open.
No need to push on that door. It will open when the time comes, and not before.
