This morning a friend mentioned a brother-in-law who was just told he has pre-cancerous cells in his esophagus, and it replays in my mind. That moment. A doctor’s office in Lima, Peru. My husband on an examining table. A little glass vial with a spot of pink tissue floating in clear liquid. The tube hidden from view- too late. I had seen it and I KNEW. In that moment, when I saw that tiny bit of pink, I KNEW.
That moment, it turned out, was a moment of truth. Bill had cancer of the esophagus. We had a limited amount of moments left.
I tell my friend her brother-in-law needs to take his doctor’s warning seriously. I can’t tell her about that moment.