Someday is so soon

Wells Fargo is holding a story writing contest.  Tell your story in so many words about "SOMEDAY" as in someday I'll have my own house, or someday I'll travel to Africa, or someday I'll be rich, etc.  Just a little short something to tell everyone who you are and what you're about.  Here is my entry below.  Enjoy!

My days are filled with new meaning and purpose. I have a future dream that I can no longer avoid. Diet alone has bought me time but the dream is still ahead. I will lay down and I will dream for a long time. In my sleep there will loud noises but I will be far, far away... in the dream. Everyone has a dream. My dream is to leave THE DREAM. To stay in the dream means that I... I must leave! I must wake. The dream must die so that I can live. Someday you may know the meanings of big words that tell my story, words such as these "transphendoidal endoscopic hypophysectomy."

P.S. I do not know when "someday" is.  I have received no new word from my endocrinologist about which neurosurgeon is going to perform the operation.  But someday...

Comments

[miss magpie]

I've reading you for a while but I never dared to comment. Today I felt I should. I like your story. I love it! I myself used to think that before my surgery I was two things, me and the tumor. I wanted the tumor away from me, but the tumor was a part of me. Weird. You've just described what I felt: being far away in the dream, leaving my twofold me behind.

Good luck with the phone call from the endo. It'll be sooner than you think (although I know that waiting for such news an hour can seem a whole day)

[Ken D. Webber]

Thanks for daring, I believe that's what life is all about, pushing the dare. I also like to believe that I'm going to have more somedays after my upcoming someday.