The Waiting Room

Flesh and bone and spirit. Strong from years of toughing it out and dealing with the pain. Dealing with doctors. Waiting rooms. Living with it. Living with knowing that you have a medical issue. That the doctors can only slow the process. You must wake up and know that things will get better. You must wake up and know that the end is not near. That things will get better even if realistically they won't.

Realism is not acceptable here.

Believe in science.
Believe in the progression of new technologies.
Believe in stem cells and nanobots. In miracles.
Believe in science fiction. Believe in science faction.

There is the glimmer of hope that something will take and ten years from now a cure will be found. But never give up. We all know someone who lives with a medical issue. We all hope that their issue will be resolved. Rarely do we think that the end is near or what if it gets worse? We rarely believe that the issue is real until the end is near. Hold on to that hope. Hold on to the What Ifs.

What if it's not as bad as the doctors say it is?
What if it's not really as bad as I think it is?
What if science finds a cure tomorrow?
What if it is all just a test?

What if I just live each day to the fullest, regardless?

What if?