It was shortly after midnight on a moon-less night. The stars shone bright on the dark tapestry of the night. And we layed on the deck staring up at them.
|sand lake: the deck before dark|
"I can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true." He explained.
"But we haven't seen a shooting star. It shouldn't matter." I argued.
I answered my own question in my head, and then pushed the matter some more with him. "Come on, we're hypothetically speaking. If you saw a shooting star, what would you wish for?"
He paused and then finally answered, "I'd wish for you to get your health back."
He pulled me in a bit closer to side, and I looked over to him and said, "Yeah, me too."
We had both hypothetically wished for the same thing. He and I know any sort of us or potential future is on hold until I can get better.
I'm still not. And although we've linked my health troubles to my time in Africa two summer ago, we still don't have a conclusive diagnosis. I'm not sure why I write "we." I'm still an I.
Just moments after sharing our hypothetical wishes, we saw a shooting star together. The question remains, will our wish someday come true?
At the end of May I returned to New York to spend time with "him" and to meet with my doctor. Finally, he agreed with what I suggested two years ago - I wasn't doing so well because of something I picked up in Africa. My doc prescribed some meds, hoping they would do the trick.
On June 16th I took my last round of 7, hoping my health would return...
I'm still seeking answers.