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AMA


“Just tell me Doc. After all we’ve been through, I can take it.”

“I’m so sorry America. We thought the cancer was in remission, but I’m afraid it is back and it appears to have metastasized.”

“What does that mean? Is there anything we can do?”

“Well America, it’s very serious. I can’t know for certain until we do more tests, but your symptoms of late indicate that the cancer is affecting your brain. Your ability to reason will continue to fade. You will cease to remember lessons from the past. It is very likely that you will begin to hallucinate…to see things things that aren’t there, to believe things that aren’t true. Left untreated, it is quite possible that you may resort to violent outbursts, especially when you feel threatened by others that don’t see what you’re seeing or believe what you’ve come to believe. You might even lash out at those who love you most. You will be overcome by irrational fear causing you to isolate yourself more and more.”

“Oh Doc, is there nothing we can do? We beat this thing once, or at least we thought we did. This time seems so much worse than the last time.’

“Well America, there is one course we can try. It’s experimental and controversial but I can assure you that if we take aggressive action now we might at least save your soul.”

“My soul?”

“Yes America, it has come to that.”

“Well do it Doc. Whatever it takes. What’s next?”

“We must be swift, decisive and focused, but I do believe there is hope. The treatment involves your heart, America. It needs to be opened up completely, softened and allowed to bleed out.”

“That sounds too extreme. Won’t that kill me?”

“No America. It’s the only way to remove the cancer. Do you trust me?”

“And if we don’t do this, how long do I have?”

“Less than a month America. I’m afraid if we don’t treat this aggressively now, you will lose the battle this time.”

“Okay Doc…I need to think about it. I’ll get back to you, okay?”

(America never returned to the clinic. Eventually he lost feeling in half of his body. Just as the doctor had predicted, America started to suffer violent outbursts, shunning anyone who tried to convince him to get help, to see what he was doing to himself. Ultimately, he even rejected those who loved him, growing more fearful and isolated as the end grew near. In the final stages his heart grew harder and harder until it just stopped beating. It was a terrible death. A regrettable, senseless death that could have been avoided. But it was America’s choice ultimately. May he…may we Rest In Peace.)

kat ~ 16 October 2016


Heart Music

ZoeDancing

Zoe Dancing ~ kat 2016

the dance doesn’t end
when you can’t hear the music
listen to your heart!

kat ~ 30 June 2016

For Haiku Horizon’s Weekly Challenge, prompt: Music.


A Perfect Mother’s Day Weekend


A perfect Mother’s Day weekend is coming to an end. Perfect, not because it was perfect…perfect because it was not…perfect.

Like life, the weekend was peppered with disappointing mishaps…the gift that didn’t arrive on time and a flat tire that derailed our plans for the rest of Sunday morning after a lovely breakfast.

To my daughters who were disappointed that their gift didn’t arrive on time, knowing that it is on its way stirs memories of the months I waited for each one of you. You have already given me the best gift of all. You have each given me your presence, your sweet smiling faces, your laughter, and the precious gift of watching you grow into amazing human beings. I’m glad to wait a day or two longer for your special gift. Each time I look at it, I’ll think of all of these things, ponder them in my heart because that’s what mothers do.

And about that inconvenient flat tire. To my first born who delayed her busy schedule to help us get the tire repaired, I admit I was almost grateful for the detour. It gave me a few more minutes with you and reminded me of what I already know. Though we are all busy with work and school, spiraling in different directions day to day, family, our family is the gravity that holds us together and keeps us close. We are connected by an invisible cord.

My idea of perfection might seem a little odd to you. But it is the messy imperfections in life that touch my heart the deepest.


Happy Mother’s Day!


By Heart

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Jan W. Fields

 
Eleanor would miss the wooden floors that moaned under her steps and the warm smells that filled the kitchen, wafting to the chamber room hallways through the dumbwaiter shaft.

She scanned the room, eyes stinging as she held back salty tears.

The spinet was all that remained. It would stay. The new owners had fallen in love with it, offering a fetching sum in addition to paying the asking price. Besides, it was too bulky to move.

“One more song for the road?” Her fingers knew every note by heart. She closed her eyes and imagined him listening.

kat ~ 27 January 2016
(98 Words)

A bit late for the challenge but this photo byJan W. Fields spoke a story to me. There is a new photo and stories waiting to be told this week. Thank you to Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields for each week’s Friday Fictioneer Story Prompt inspiration. You can read other stories HERE.