Following our first conversation concerning this dread disease of which I find myself utterly ignorant, the waiting game causes our summer to move forward at a snail's pace.
During that trying time while one month crawls toward the next, confounding reactions emerge that compel me to view two people, whose traits I'd thought to know well, in a brand new light … namely, Will and Yours Truly ...
Following our initial reactions, which prove mutually unsettling, we buoy our own spirits and each other's with powerful injections of positive focus. And laughing a bit too much at pretty much nothing, this bravado holds true for months. Actually, until the end of August.
Luckily, my friend Socrates, who emulates Jiminy's high level of patience while cautioning Pinocchio to learn from experience, swoops down from on high whenever thoughts of cancer invade my conscious mind, tightening my stomach, which makes me feel slightly nauseous. You know, like if I eat anything, I might lose my cookies. So ... if you pay close attention when posts show up, describing changes in my up beat attitude, you may witness angel's wings tickling my ear, as, time and again, the sage sweeps in to save the day by cautioning me to know myself more deeply than ever before ... Until a ghost-like figure, lumbering around inside my subconscious, reaches out from the past, and grasping a weapon from my junk drawer, clubs my conscious mind half to death ...
And with hopes of never repeating reactions, which, over several weeks, go from bad to worse, you'll see what emerges when my think tank submerges into the deep end of my mind until subconscious memory coughs up one detail, which merges with those that had been deposited into my conscious memory bank, and suddenly, as both sides of my mind act as one, insight into a reaction so confounding as to overwhelm all sense of logic clarifies, right before my eyes… but I'm getting ahead of myself, so let's return to that first week in July, when Will returns home after his first consultation with Dr. B. ...
During that trying time while one month crawls toward the next, confounding reactions emerge that compel me to view two people, whose traits I'd thought to know well, in a brand new light … namely, Will and Yours Truly ...
Following our initial reactions, which prove mutually unsettling, we buoy our own spirits and each other's with powerful injections of positive focus. And laughing a bit too much at pretty much nothing, this bravado holds true for months. Actually, until the end of August.
Luckily, my friend Socrates, who emulates Jiminy's high level of patience while cautioning Pinocchio to learn from experience, swoops down from on high whenever thoughts of cancer invade my conscious mind, tightening my stomach, which makes me feel slightly nauseous. You know, like if I eat anything, I might lose my cookies. So ... if you pay close attention when posts show up, describing changes in my up beat attitude, you may witness angel's wings tickling my ear, as, time and again, the sage sweeps in to save the day by cautioning me to know myself more deeply than ever before ... Until a ghost-like figure, lumbering around inside my subconscious, reaches out from the past, and grasping a weapon from my junk drawer, clubs my conscious mind half to death ...
And with hopes of never repeating reactions, which, over several weeks, go from bad to worse, you'll see what emerges when my think tank submerges into the deep end of my mind until subconscious memory coughs up one detail, which merges with those that had been deposited into my conscious memory bank, and suddenly, as both sides of my mind act as one, insight into a reaction so confounding as to overwhelm all sense of logic clarifies, right before my eyes… but I'm getting ahead of myself, so let's return to that first week in July, when Will returns home after his first consultation with Dr. B. ...
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