In the Hospital Break Room, My Trembling Hands and the White Lines on My Fingernails Tell a Story I’m Afraid to Hear

But the weekend offers a chance to prioritize what truly matters.

It’s a small window, yet significant.

Perhaps the answers will come, in time.

For now, the journey is about facing what I’ve avoided.

Even if it’s frightening, it’s a step towards clarity.

In the end, it’s about listening to the signs, acknowledging their message.

The story they tell is one I must hear, ready or not.

Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.