It had been a confronting journey.
Beginning in the early morning, the trip to the doctor’s office, the silence in the car, the hesitation when arriving, the touch of hands, the reassurance, the feeling of support and knowing how good that felt.
The doctor was a kindly man; he’d dealt with many cases like mine.
He didn’t beat around the bush, he told it exactly as it was.
“Well now you know where you stand,” said Crisp, my aged companion as we drove home.
“And here I was thinking it was something fatal,” I replied. I’m sure Crisp could sense the relief in my voice.
“Well we’d best get on with it,” she said.
By that she meant the plans for our next trip.
“Life’s a series of steps you know,” she announced, “some go up and those are the good ones, so you gladly approach them to find out what’s at the top. It’s the downhill ones you worry about.”