My nurse practitioner, Laila, completed her routine exam and talked with me about my emotional well-being, which was, I admit, both fragile and apparent. I was offered time with a social worker and, yes, in conference room D.
And so we entered, Katie and I, and we made new memories in that space, and I harvested the tender fruit of grief and of loss. Some of you have seen pictures taken in that room; poignant pictures of Faith, with her daughter in her arms. Pictures that hold evidence of the fear and uncertainty that prevailed in that time and place so many years ago when her breast cancer returned, seeding itself with abandon.
Katie says I am harvesting now, and though it is springtime and the season for harvesting seems so very far away, I shall accept the task- the gift- for the seeds within.
O' fruit of the earth, sustain us. Amen.