It was the day after and I had been anticipating the news from the doctor. I tried to distract myself by painting the landscape of the beach. But tried as many times as I could, I kept on messing up and wasn’t happy with it. So, I kept on starting again and again, I just couldn’t focus with the thoughts swimming in my head. I don’t know why I can’t stop thinking, it seems like every thought I have gets deep and I don’t like the way it makes me feel. Like I cannot breathe and I cannot ask for help or something.
‘There you are, how’s it going?’ He hugs me from behind and places a small kiss on my cheek. ‘I wish I could say that it is coming up nicely’ I reply. ‘Don’t rush it, just let it come to you’.
‘By the way, what time did the doctor say he was coming at?’
‘We have got so much time before he comes, let’s just relax. I can make us a sundae or anything that you might want.
‘I don’t know, I have to finish this and I don’t have the appetite right now’.