I sat in the waiting room of the University of Utah Hospital. A day earlier I received my first introduction to CLL (Chronic Lymphocytic Leukemia). That’s what mom had. She laid in a bed in ICU hooked up to beeping machines and tubes. This was the beginning process of what would become four years of what she called, “Poking and prodding.” On this day, only two of us could visit her at a time so I waited for another turn in the waiting room. I sat there and took a deep breath.
Huntsman Cancer Institute
Task at Hand
I Believe There are Angels are Among Us
My dad insists we live among angels. He maintains that angels aren’t confined to otherworldly beings. Some exist with flesh and blood. They are imperfect but have one perfect moment in which they are in the right time and right place. For some, they might have a series of moments. I’m hoping I’ll have at least one perfect moment in which I can be somebody else’s angel. That I’ll be in the right place at the right time to help somebody. As opposed to my habit of wrong time, wrong place. But that’s a topic for another blog probably dealing with my own psychoanalysis. Or just a private journal entry.
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