The future looms insidiously.
Although it is only fiction,
it insists on its rightful place.
Unanswerable questions:
How long will I have to live
within this illness?
Will I be diminished by it?
Hover above me and wait.
One genuine anxiety
draws them like a magnet
to engulf me.
I am drowning in an illusion.
I can but send you my love, Diana. I keep thinking of you: so much uncertainty, so many questions,
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Jacquie