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I Just Might — A Writing Challenge
I have been faking it lately, and I just might just let it pop
I prayed and prayed. I promise I did. But it didn’t work.
Have you watched Grey’s Anatomy?
There’s that scene involving a boy and Dr. Kelv. I can’t remember all the details, but I think the kid had a tumor, and the parents were so religious. Their faith somehow convinced them that if they kept praying, God would perform a miracle and heal their child. Until their child brought himself to the doctors.
Lately, I feel like that child.
Not exactly, of course, because I am an adult, and I have seen doctor after doctor. I have taken medication, prayed, believed, and held on to the hope that there is and that somehow, I will receive my healing. But nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I am African, obviously, and I have been advised to turn to herbs because, apparently, they might help relieve my constipation. I hate the taste, and as a child I had enough of them.
Endoscopy proved nothing.
Colonoscopy proved nothing.
Tests I can barely pronounce keep proving nothing.
I am tired of having good-looking men in white walk into the room and ask me to lie down so they can…
