The wait for the biopsy result freezes time.
Clocks stop.
Days and nights never end.
No news from the lab.
Each day the nurse says it should come soon.
Nothing.
Masked visitors avoid eye contact; only talk about the weather.
Hushed words fall like snowflakes.
Maybe the cell towers are down.
Waiting. Waiting.
Maybe the tissue sample was lost.
No way to know.
Then the call from the lab. At last.
No need to answer.
There’s always tomorrow.