“Ouch, now that cannot be good”
“Yes, but a month? Is that the earliest appointment you have?
“But Doctor, what does that mean?”
There is calm in knowing.
“What do I tell my family?”
“Yea, though I walk…”
“Life is a party!”
“You have to fight for your right to party”
“I have not gotten this far by quitting!”
“I never knew my body could suffer so many small indignities.”
“I will not go gently into that good night…”
“Knowing that I have friends who care…”
“Suffer on, then!”
Hope is the physician of each misery.
When the world says, “Give up,” Hope whispers, “Try it one more time.”
Exiting Stage Left, Stage Right, or Stage “Four” it matters little,
the play has come to its inevitable conclusion,
however, for those of us who are still seated in the audience,
we can only marvel at what you have brought to life, our lives,
and for that dear Nadia, there is only gratitude.