My brother and I sat by the water and listened to music from some well known dead people for about two hours. It was then that my brother got up and asked if I would follow him. "Sure, you ain't gonna get me lost, are you?" I played. It just felt so good to see him after all these years. "Where are we going?" I asked. "Not very far. I want you to see someone." I knew exactly who he was talking about. It was our Mother. This was gonna be very strange, indeed.
We walked along the bay about thirty minutes and came upon a beautiful cottage tucked in with the palms. "Is this where Mom lives?" I asked. Bubba stopped and turned to look at me. He had a different look about him. Almost troubled. That can't happen here, right? I was trying to convince myself that all would be well and for some reason I knew that it would not. I was lost in my thoughts when I almost bumped into her. "Mom! You look fantastic. I cannot believe I am here, now, looking at you." My Mom hugged me to the point that it felt like she had never died. There were no tears. That's sad, to me. I would have really enjoyed shedding a few with my Mom. I really missed her. I do not know what lies ahead for me and can't say that I will make the correct decision.
After about two hours with Mom we said our goodbye's and headed deeper into the jungle. Finally, I asked Bubba what is it that I was supposed to do. "I can't tell you. I can only show you what has to be done, that's all. I cannot tell you how to do it. Sorry, Spot." As we made our way farther inland the sound of the water disappeared. We were overcome by sounds of something very scary. A deep, low guttural sound that did not belong here. I could not pinpoint exactly where the sound was coming from. It seemed to be coming from everywhere at the same time. How is that possible, I mumbled under my breath? All of a sudden I became very disoriented. I felt almost like I could puke. I closed my eyes and lay on the grass to get rid of the feeling like I had been spinning real fast. My eyes were squeezed shut very hard and when I opened them I could barely make out my beautiful wife, Lorri. She was standing next to me, holding my hand. "There you are!" she softly said. "I was wondering when you were coming home." I was more confused than I had ever been and had to ask her what was happening to me. Convincingly, she gazed into my eyes and told me in a soft voice, "You are cancer free! There is no sign of any tumors, anywhere."
"How long have I been gone?" I spoke softly, too. What she told me I could not comprehend. Did she say six months? "Have I been lying here six whole months?" I had a very confused look on my face, Lorri said. Hell, I was confused. How can I have been in a coma six months and it seemed a half of one day in the light. Now they are saying that I do not have cancer. How the hell was I supposed to make it back into the light if they send me home? No, this can't work. I'll have to come up with a way for the doctors to keep me in the hospital. That was not gonna be easy.