That Thirst

Remember the day I was diagnosed, I chose this same kind of bottle of water at the gas station?

Like Proust's madeleine, this size/shape of Poland Spring water bottle transported him back to diagnosis.

The sight of this Poland Spring water bottle transported him back to diagnosis. Like Proust’s tea & madeleine, with a gasoline odor.

Diagnosis was more than three years ago. When B saw a display of these water jugs, he sat right down on his soccer ball, in Shaw’s, and held a bottle close, kind of like how he clung to it in the car on diagnosis day. It was hard to drink from. Yes. It’s really too big to drink from. It is.

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7 comments

  1. laura · October 24, 2014

    heart. broken.

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  2. lifeont1 · October 24, 2014

    😥

    I know exactly how he felt.

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  3. Linda · October 24, 2014

    My god you are a great writer.

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  4. Anonymous · October 24, 2014

    Ican’tbelievethatwasTHREEYEARSAGO

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  5. cbwinchild · October 24, 2014

    Ican’tbelievethatwasTHREEYEARSAGO

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  6. skchrisman · October 25, 2014

    A bend in the road from our doctor’s office back to the house to pack for Children’s sends Lane right back to that day. My heart squeezed a little bit in solidarity.

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    • skchrisman · October 25, 2014

      Whoa. Who wrote that sentence? Surely not I!

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