Broken Together inthewaitingroom

You and I sit nearby, both in hospital gowns.

Never having met before, your neck is scarred and red.

This is my first day...

We talk in this early morning gathering.

I hear your story and your pain.

We learn each other's name.

We will meet like this for a couple more days.

Your tongue half gone, struggling to speak.

My breasts gone, struggling with yet another hill before me.

This is true Church. Broken togetherness.

Found in the radiation waiting room.