The Bench

Burt slid his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer and nodded to me with tear-filled eyes. I know my eyes reflected back my total fear and deep dread of radiation, but I nodded my consent much like a soldier would do when he surrenders in combat.

Called Out of Darkness – Part III

On the fifth night after surgery while still in ICU, I awoke around 1:30am. I listened to and loathed the sound of the suction machine plugged into the wall that pumped extra fluids from my incision. The pump to keep circulation in my leg compressed and released, compressed and released. I looked at all the IV tubes that hung like a tangled mass – drip, drip, drip.

Called out of Darkness – Part I

I was terrified of the thick darkness. I heard the siren as only a faint sound like it was far, far off in the distance. I wanted to get to that sound, but it was so dark, I did not know where it was. Thick darkness engulfed me, and I could barely hear the sound anymore. Death’s door was opened.