So This Is Heaven
I thought I was dead, because my oncologist had only given me one more week at most. Now I not only could breathe without a machine, but I felt a vigor in my limbs and an alertness in my mind. Could I have made a miraculous recovery? It must be so, because I was back in my own bedroom. I was free of all those tubes, bedpans, IVs and the bland hospital food I’d been forcing down my throat for the past month, at least when I had been able to eat at all. Yet, I remembered nothing about feeling better, getting out of the hospital or coming home. Looking past my nightstand, I noticed that the room looked very different. Weren’t my walls white and not that pale blue? That pale blue looked vaguely familiar and the walls seemed to glow like there was a light behind them. The dresser looked very familiar and yet not familiar. It looked shinier or smoother, like it did whe...