I glance at my watch and am shocked to see how much time has passed.
I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
Something is wrong.
The nurse comes out and ushers me back to the room.
My farmer is sitting with his back to me.
The doctor shares the news.
He could not remove the mass because it is not a cyst.
It is a tumor.
I can feel myself tense, ready for the next words.
It will need to be removed.
It will be more invasive.
He sent a biopsy out.We chat with the doctor about next steps and the care for the wound.
We get in the car to drive home.
I ask Gary how he’s feeling.
He says terrible;
he really needs a chocolate milk shake and he will feel better.
That is my farmer.
Everything in stride.
We don’t know what lies ahead.
But we’ll deal with it.
With God. . .
And a few chocolate milk shakes.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow,
for tomorrow will worry about itself.
Each day has enough trouble of its own.