The other day—Tuesday, it was. I had to be at the hospital (um, great) at 7:00 for bloodwork, an MRI and a cat scan.
You know—no big deal! Just checkin’ out my cancer and how bad it is.
All I could think of was—has it spread?
And all I could do was put one foot in front of the other and get that shit done.
To say I was scared would be a drastic understatement.
Blood draw was no big deal. Then it was off for my first MRI.
In a dress made of hospital gowns with dumb hospital socks on. Up on the table, talking to the very nice guy.
After he covered me all up with all of the fucking-ass weird gadgetry, he put headphones on me and said
What kind of music do you want to listen to?
What the fuck. I don’t care. Let’s get this thing done.
Classic rock? He asked.
So there I went. Inside the thing. It wasn’t so scary. I was just chilling and waiting for it to start. So the tunes came on:
The end of “Longer” by Dan Fogelberg. I always think of my middle school best friend Katy when I hear that song. She loved Dan Fogelberg and her brother had that song at his wedding 3000 years ago.
It was over and the next full song started.
I felt a chill run down my spine.
The familiar guitar strumming of my all time favorite song. Tears sprang to my eyes.
Here Comes the Sun.
My Beatles are always with me and here they were again.
After the test was over, I told the dude I heard my favorite song. He said “what is it?” So I lifted up my gown to show him—
He goes—oh, you have it tattooed?
You bet your ass I do.
the smiles returning to the faces
it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun do, do, do
Here comes the sun
And I say
it’s all right.
Can you even believe that?
I can. 💛