OK, I admit this is one of the ways that I scare myself.
He is coughing.
Yes, it’s winter and cold and he’s around sniffley kids all day and it’s cough and cold season and the humidity is nil. But he’s coughing.
Today a woman from the Lung Cancer Association spoke at a workshop I attended and she casually—oh so casually--said, “A cough and shortness of breath are the only symptoms of lung cancer.”
So all the way home I thought, “Five months? Eight months? Surgery? Hospice?”
And to make myself feel as bad as possible:
“He won’t even know who I am.”
I need to go watch a funny movie now.
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