In nine months

Now I*m using sports metaphors.  Things may be worse than I thought :)  At least this time I knew the seizure was coming.  An hour*s notice.  A definite comfort.  

You better believe

She says

We will be watching you

In nine months,

To see what happens.

I envision that month

Wrapped in cotton padding

Until the danger

Is past,

A month in catcher*s garb,

As I wait for the pitch,

Behind the mound;

Pray for the batter

To hit it

Clear out of the park,

Completely out of sight.