I had been coughing for a month… it made me tired and dizzy. My family had been after me to go to the Dr., I didn’t want to, I was afraid… Six months to a year.. if I started chemo now.. what was the point. I went to the place I loved most the nursery…
The flower was beautiful, purple stem, lavender leaves, deep ebony petals.. a rose but not quite it stood five feet. It always made me feel sad, but, safe at the same time. I stood there and my eyes filled with tears. I put my hands over my face and sobbed.. A lite touch and I was wrapped in the petals. A weight was lifted, I was warm, I let the tears flow and the rose held me.
It has been two years.. I am watching my little girl play on the swings. The rose is gone now, it died the next day. The Drs. were amazed at my speedy recovery, more amazed at the total disappearance of the cancer. The woman next to me turned to me. “she is beautiful, what is her name?” “ROSE”