A few years ago during a routine check-up, I suddenly found myself under the scalpel.
The results would later come back benign...but the waiting; the waiting, in conjunction with a fairly sizeable 'hole' in my face...not even my daily meditation could soothe my mind.
All I could think about were the terminal possibilities...and then I tried to inspire myself to think positively. I thought of friends and family that I'd lost...but tried to find something bright to keep my spirits up.
The fear and uncertainty in my eyes is painfully obvious...I felt...lost.
The darkness and the light.