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Before I arrived at this critical moment,
I had to rage against the Bureaucracy
and my PCP (Primary Care Physician)
to get an emergency appointment.
Had to threaten 2 lawsuits.
Now, the Doc removes the ugly growth
and orders a biopsy.
“Except for the bleeding, I’d say it’s
probably benign. But...
Come back in 2 weeks for the biopsy
results. If it still bleeds later, use a dry,
clean towel and apply pressure on the
area for 5 minutes.”
My wounded mind meanders in my wild
dreamscape of uncertainty/ambiguity, and
frenzied thoughts and fears metastasize
within my private wilderness.
In 2 weeks, I’ll see the Doc again. In the
meantime, I pray.
Yet what do I pray for?
I’m weary of the crazy chaotic world we live
in. Don’t feel at home anymore.
It’s an alien universe where a man must roar
and rage like a wild beast to be heard.
