These conversations with my son make my heart crumble.
Pain “so bad it makes me cry, Mom.”
Three times the pain has come. Twice it has receded.
Pain that stops him in his tracks.
Wife who shoulders the load of work to be done.
Two sons whose life can’t be put on hold.
Current pain that must be hidden (he believes) from co-workers.
Not now! When this promising new job replaces the drought of unemployment.
He must be strong. Grown men don’t cry. But Moms do.
Three weeks ago a telephone call to say the pain is back.
Doctors to see. Hopes raised, replaced with doubt. He’s been through this before.
An appointment with a specialist today. What will the conversation be now?
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Touching… I hope the pain will go away again.
Thanks. It was good to have a chance to write about it.
Great opening line. Everyone can identify from past experience.
Concise yet powerful
Perfect last line
(maybe this doc will have an answer. Fingers crossed for both your pain to be eased)
Thanks for your comment. I went to your blog to see what you are up to. Your writing engages and charms me. Thanks for your well wishes.
Amazing ! Very compassionate ! Loved it to bits .