I should probably have gotten this together by now
But I have not. No I haven’t. I do try alright.
I’m just not that good at waiting.
Nearly sick with worry, I got the MRI results that confirmed
The CT scans I’d already had times two this year
But it almost didn’t happen; I’m still not right.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s how to navigate
The healthcare system from the inside and out
This skill has helped some in this scenario.
The more important skill alas is not a skill at all:
The one that rests in the wings of my Father
And simply dwells, dwells, dwells.
Gratefully too, there are many bottles lying around
Such that when a flare results from dining out
I can deal with it within a couple of hours!
This is really hard, Gentle Reader. Some big decisions definitely loom
The horizon goes so many different ways at distances unknown
Testing everything we’ve done to date to get me well.
So just like when my beloved prepares to take to the skies
We’ll pre-flight the treatment and file some kind of plan
With prayer even if it takes all night.
The large bird of prey knows her strengths, she soars
But even she must stop to rebuild, to prepare
For the journey is open-ended alright.
Some labs decline diabetes while others bring suspicion alright
Of a serious disease, the kind that can kill you
If you don’t get it right.
At least the cyst appears compartmentalized and operable
To remove it seems the right thing to me
The scope to come is the first step.
No, I’m not ready to wrote prose yet, my thoughts too fragmented
Just know that I don’t want to die should it be a dreaded cancer
There’s more living to do just like our date last night.
Thank you Steve.