May 26, 2015
Yesterday, I visited Mary in the hospice unit. Mary has several tumors. One is the adrenal gland. Today, I'll meet with Terri, who has a cancerous tumor on her adrenal gland. They don't know of each other. But my days are filled with death staring me down. It's like my favorite sky: one half is darkly overshadowed with thick dark grey clouds, and the other half is drenched in sunlight, knowing, facing off but unable to stem the encroachment of the looming storm. Witnessing the drama, aghast yet a spectator, knowing there is nothing one can do but observe. Throbbing.