I was scheduled to have a pre-treatment test today, and I couldn’t even get it done because of a minor allergy I mentioned that sent my doctor into a tizzy. We rescheduled, and I will be back at the clinic for the test tomorrow. Same time, same place. Again.
I know we all have our journeys, but right now the differences between my sister-in-law’s and my own seem so stark. I can practically see our separate cars flying on the highways of life, roaring off in opposite directions.
I struggle to make sense of that, of my empty little car with a mind of its own.
But then I look out into the highway and there’s another car, just ahead. I know that driver, I met her one night, not long ago. And now we drive parallel as we travel this ever-quieter stretch of road.
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