Sanguine, Mostly You…

Sanguine, Mostly

You seem so calm.

My doctor says this to me, when I call her
two days after diagnosis, ready
with lists of oncologists to consider,
my calendar open. Lets get this thing done.

She sounds almost worried that I
do not sound more worried, that perhaps
the truth hasnt sunk in. I rush
to reassure her that I have my weepy
moments. Im just action-oriented;
I like to make plans and follow through.
I am more ready than she is.

The waiting is the hardest,
more than one person has said.
I doubt thats true, but it is certainly
maddening. I may procrastinate
unpleasant e-mail, tedious grading,
but when the truly terrible looms,
Id rather dive in, headfirst.

The Greeks divided us by humour:
the excitable were choleric and melancholic;
the calm, phlegmatic and sanguine.

I am steadiest in the morning, when
I can do research with a clear head,
take calls, make plans. I am even
calm enough to reassure the people
who love me, many of whom possess
a more mercurial temperament.

I am glad to do that for them, to
make small jokes, laugh it off.
Then evening arrives, and the weight
of the day descends, with all its petty
frustrations and greater fears.
Then I take to my bed, curl around
the drowsy dog, pull the covers high.

You may just sail through this,
my doctor says. Maybe. Maybe not.

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