This was written 9/12/2006 after I heard from the doctor.

Day of Concern

The world seemed like it was going to be a pretty nice place to stay. The habitants were pretty friendly, and just about everyone were eager to help you move in and get settled.  The days were filled with fun and laughter, while the evening always held a bit of mystery.  Then one day one of the habitants suggested that it was that time of year to get a mammogram. Sure, why not. Two days after this strange test an important habitant called and said that the test didn’t look to good. Hmm. Now what?  The important habitant stated that further tests needed to be done; it looks like both breasts have something strange and unwanted in them.

Now this world looks dark and gray, with flooding waters flowing freely.

©HCD 2006