She sits on the precipice of my office,
eyes shut tight
against the gravity of fate
that pulls incessantly at her
to focus on the abyss of uncertainty
at her feet
Resenting the dreadful choices of choosing
to surrender her breasts (her beautiful breasts!)
or perhaps
or perhaps
to learn of an embedded suicide cell that one fine day will lead her brain to commit a slow and unspeakable act of self-destruction
How can I help her see that there is more fear
than in the leap?
“there is more fear on the ledge than in the leap” . That is beautiful, Bob.
–Lisa SK
I enjoyed this gem of wordsmithing, Bob. True wisdom from a veteran genetic counselor. I re-posted on my facebook wall because THIS is what I want people to know and to think of when asking “Genetic counseling? What is that?”