October 6, 2009. Almost 2:00pm.
The long awaited phonecall. Time stands still.
“I’m afraid I don’t have good news for you, ” my doctor ventures, “it’s cancer.”
I listen. I thank her. I walk back to my desk.
I re-enter my world, but my world is gone.
And every day since then I’ve been in my own private Punxatawney. Trying to figure out where I am, how I got here, how, when and where I’m going to come out. And who I’m going to be when I do.
But it turns out that’s a good thing because just like Phil, when the learning is through, I’m going to leave with the woman that I’ve wanted all along — the better, stronger, happier me.
We’ll be watching and laughing, as usual, tonight. Will you?
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