Living With You
When cancer came and sat with me
I woke up to a new view of the world
We lived together a little while seemingly
uninvolved each of us on our own path
The diagnosis was a proclamation of presence
but only that, like a sign posted on a pole I saw each day
Others saw the poster and shared stories of their lives
how a friend or relative survived or died in time
Listening to others, clarity approached that everyone
dies. Only the date and time is mostly not of our choosing
Many suggested a war time mentality to fight
but no one has any natural armor or weapons
Fighting became attending to the demands of others
coupled with prayer by myself and on my behalf
Since the watched clock never ceases, so it was with me
no time nor date of predicted ending ever came
After a long time we came to live together fighting, then
giving in to each other, sometimes a win sometimes a loss
My bucket list is finished and so I add items but mostly
I enjoy each day I have and suggest you do as well.
My mother was a 50-year breast cancer survivor.This poem is written from her point of view. She lived with the knowledge the cancer could return and it did after 50 years. She died after the second bout with breast cancer.
This post was written and submitted by Michael Owens. The article reflects the views of Owens and not of CURE®. This is also not supposed to be intended as medical advice.
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