Spin – Santiago Part II

Something's wrong, he writes. This is how the spinning starts.

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The Million Dollar Man

"Right this way," she says, holding her ipad in one hand and clutching her the zippered hoodie in the other.  Today it is a different nurse that ushers us down a different hallway.  We dutifully follow, but I glance to my right at the hallway we usually walk, the scale my husband usually steps on … Continue reading The Million Dollar Man

Missing the Life

The table is set, and our maid is furiously working in the kitchen to finalize the Thanksgiving prep.  Through the embassy my husband secured a turkey, though I told him it was an exception made only for our guests.  I close the glass french doors to the balcony; the sun streaming in on this hot … Continue reading Missing the Life

A Thousand Paper Cranes

The rain falls sporadically in large drops on formal wear and the wind theatrically blows small yellow leaves through the courtyard of the textile museum as we watch the couple in front of us -- she in flowing ivory, he in a crisp suit -- read their vows. Occasionally she sneaks a glance at the … Continue reading A Thousand Paper Cranes

Side Effects

"This is it? Where's the entourage?", I joke as the doctor moves past me to his chair in the corner, trailed only by the nurse practitioner and research coordinator today. The cramped room, normally packed with interns and fellows, all eager to examine my husband's betraying body, seems strangely vacant even though there are still … Continue reading Side Effects

Magic

The steam of the shower clouds the vanity and as I close the mirrored cabinet, the fog receding at the edges, my stomach tightens again. Tomorrow. Tomorrow my husband’s PET scan results come back. I remember him just before walking out the door on Friday morning, driving alone to Georgetown to make his 9 am … Continue reading Magic