Singulars are Plural

The doctors asked the old question in a new way.

"what's the difference between ignorance and apathy?"

We answered the new question in our old way.

"we don't know and we don't care"

This time the doctors said; "wrong answer" and made a decision. 

A month and a half later, we were sitting in the pre-op room telling the nurse, who had recently graduated from groin holding, our life story and our love story and how hard it was at times to know the difference between Iowa and heaven but after all these years, if it were anything Iowa would have been purgatory at best.

We started to wake up when the IV needle went into our hand. Apparently what we were doing was real yet nobody seemed particularly worried not even us. We were in a place like this.

When the doctors came in, we tried to apologize to them for our past behavior which they couldn't possibly have forgotten although they seemed to be pretending that they had.

Next came in the doctor who was going to knock us out. We had been told that he looked like a kid but he was very good at what he did.

We told him all we wanted was some Beatle juice.

He sorta smiled and said "I can do that".

The nurse said we can play some Beatle music in the operating room if that's what you would like.

We figured why the hell not even though that wasn't exactly the Beatle juice we were talking about.

They wheeled us into the OR. Sure enough we heard the Beatles singing "Love is all you need".

A couple of hours later, we woke up.

We had confronted our first fear,

The biopsy was over.

We went home and resolved to forget that this was probably not the ending, this was more like the beginning.

But soon we would know and now we cared.

Not in the old way but in a new way.