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The Gift of Light

by Neesa Suncheuri

I’m at my psychiatrist’s office for a routine visit.  I go every four weeks, mostly to get my prescriptions.  I haven’t changed my medication dosages in months.

“Hello, Neesa, how are you?”

“I’m doing really well!”  A smile on my face.  “Last week, something amazing happened to me.  I’ve become a Christian!”

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When Green Day’s on the Radio

by Valarie Kinney

Often, people celebrate anniversaries with dinner out, champagne, maybe a dozen roses.

Today I am trudging through a different sort of anniversary, and it’s hard.

Early in the spring three years ago, my sister complained of shoulder pain. It was in her shoulder blade, she said. Kept her up at night. She went to our doctor, who thought it likely my sister had been a waitress too long. “You’re pushing fifty, Charlotte,” she said, “you’ve been doing this over thirty years. You might need to consider a job change.” But the pain continued and the anti-inflammatories didn’t help, so my sister went back a week or so later. The doctor ordered an x-ray. The radiologist noted something, some sort of mass, in her left lung. Suddenly, there was a flurry of appointments, and in a very short time, we knew there was a tumor in her lung, the size of a grapefruit. It had already eaten through three ribs and part of her spine.

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ICU

by Michael Shields

“What is it?” I asked to her voice trembling on the other end of the phone.

“It’s dad,” my mother managed. Little else needed to be said, and I would be damned if I’d make her relive what had just occurred.

“I’m on my way,” I spat with conviction; cloaking deranged terror with reassuring bravado. I would learn moments later on a phone call with my brother that my father had fallen while jogging. His second serious heart attack in nearly as many months. This one would have stole him if not for unfathomable luck in the form of a passerbyer with a defibrillator. What are the odds? But the situation was dire. “Prepare yourself for the worst,” I was told. As if one ever could.

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