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.