It snowed today
I danced
with dogs
Until the afternoon
claimed me
The nice man
with his litany
of risks
and risk assessments
and no way to know
if I will survive
the cellular event
or the not quite cure
It’s a numbers game
breast cancer
I have part of a breast
a missing nipple
and a tiny
little thread
of hope
It snowed today
I let myself
fall
into the purity
of white
and forgot
about
the heaviness
of not knowing
Beautiful white pristine hope with happy campers. ❤
Yes spend more time with snow and puppies – less with numbers.