The Day When I See

A month before my radiation treatments for throat cancer were set to begin, my youngest granddaughter was born. A day or two later, when she was brought home from the hospital, I held her, asleep, cradled in my arm. Her delicate little hands gently folded under her chin. In that moment, great fear cascaded down on me, culminating in a single question. Will I live long enough for this precious child to have any memory of me? Months later, when I began to recover, The Day When I See, became my divinely inspired answer.