After the trace of blood showed up

and hushed whispers of cancer led

to CT scans and MRIs, I floundered

like a just-caught fish, flopping

in my mind to thoughts of death

to beliefs that nothing but a slight

infection caused my ills, the CT scan

only reflecting a temporary state.

I calmed myself, called on angels

to hold the hand my mother could not.

I searched the internet,

made my own diagnosis, then

veered to self-healing of kidney

problems. I read the book Hiring

the Heavens and recruited

angelic beings to relieve my pain,

my left flank throbbing like a fast-beating

heart.  I realized I still had much

to do: whatever I had was curable,

cured in this very instant. I thanked

my angels and strode forth into a new day.

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