This week my son was in hospital. His symptoms: swollen ankles, chills, pain in his joints. For a while we thought it was lymphoma, a form of cancer. Now, we think he suffers from a disease called Sarcoidosis. Isn’t it strange that one can be thankful for the fact that someone you love has one disease and not the other? On Saturday the hospital gave him a six hour pass morphine and anti-inflammatory drugs. He walked like an old man. We went to EnglishBay. A stranger came by and took our picture, the five of us on that happy afternoon. Now we have a record. I sat on a log and watched the young family play. My son’s arm around his wife. The children making snow angels in the sand. The sun shone; the water sapphire blue crested pearly white. I wondered how long it would be before the waves washed away our tracks on that beach.
