Lindsay Anderson

Ciara Lindsay Anderson

"Sweet-heart, it's time to wake up and get ready to go to the barbe-que." Mom whisper-ed, gently shaking my arm."Where am I?" I asked, groggily, trying to familiar-ize myself with my surroun-dings. "Am I still at the hos-pital?"'No, sweetie, you are in your own bed and home for good." Mom smiled. "You were pronoun-ced cancer free and dis-charged from the hospital earlier this morn-ing.""That's right." I smiled, stretch-ing. "Sorry about the confu..""Don't think about apolo-gizing, sweet-ie." Mom whisper-ed, sitting down beside me, and gently rubbing my back. "It is going to take you a while for you to get used to being home again, and your Dad and I totally under-stand that.""I want you to know that, even though it will take me a little while to get accla-mated to being back home, it doesn't mean that I am not happy about it." I smiled, gently laying my head on Mom's should-er. "Truth be told, I am happy as a clam!"