Wrong

I thought I was okay with cancer and death for a minute.
I'm not.
I think it's just finally been put out of the front page of my life news for a few months and so I had time to breathe and sober up and call a friend.
My grandma had a stroke and there it is again...the threat of death. It hangs in shadows and lungs and steals your breath and your comprehension and dreams.
For the record, in case it seemed different, I am not okay with any of it: cancer, blood clots, strokes, chemo, radiation, blood transfusions, death.
I just forgot for a little while how terrified it makes me.