The Life of a Cancer Patient

The doctor and I had a talk today;

The talk changed my life.

It forever changed my role in this world;

A mother, a sister, a wife.

I went home with the news;

My heart heavy with grief.

I had to tell my family;

I would try to keep it brief.

I sat down with my loved ones,

And I told them with despair,

"I am sick, my loves, it has got to me,

And I might just lose my hair."

The days turned into months;

The months turned into years.

The sickness spread through my body,

From my toes to my ears.

I am so tired,

I am so sore.

Can I just be done...

With this war?

My final days had come,

It had overtaken me.

Broken, sick, done with life,

Why couldn't cancer just let me be?

My little granddaughter came to me,

And tears pooled in her eyes.

"Grandma, I love you, please don't leave,

I am not telling you any lies."

My eyes closed for the very last time;

I took my final breath.

For the last time, I felt my granddaughter's arms,

And then I accepted my death.

The last thing I heard,

Before the gateway to heaven emerged.

Was a chorus of "I love you"'s,

And then I flew up to heaven like a bird.