The Tumor
…bing…bing…bing…
In the ICU, the alarms bring pain.
As physician and parent.
Someone’s not breathing well.
It’s not ours. Right?
Our first-born didn’t graduate.
In the darkness are moans and cries.
My second-born.
The surgeon said the brainstem biopsy was normal.
The tumor remains.
“Daddy, why did you do this to me?”
“I don’t know.”
The Miracle
“We need to irradiate.”
It will give him a better life.
For one year.
Then it will be over.
We learned of two others that died within that year.
We didn’t irradiate.
He has a good life; no signs of decline.
The tumor is smaller.
“There are no miracles.”
I can introduce you to one.
