Dancing with Death by Susan Engel (i can read books .TXT) 📕

I awoke in the recovery room a few hours later, knowing that I had (reluctantly) taken the first dance step with Death that day. I had held its colder-than-ice hand and looked into the eyes of the great abyss. I felt a surge of overwhelming gratitude that I had not finished the waltz.
Reality then jolted me through the remaining wisps of anesthesia fog.
I suddenly knew a new kind of pain. It wasn’t from just having had my abdomen sliced open and inner organs manipulated. It wasn’t from the loss of my right Fallopian tube, or even the loss of the potential baby that the tube had so preciously tried to hold.
No, this was a new kind of pain entirely. It was coming from an intangible, yet vital, part of my life. It was the loss of hope. It was then that I scoured the horizon for Death, but He had cunningly slipped away. He had silently left me amidst the ether, holding His dance card. Imprint

Publication Date: 01-24-2010

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