Tuesday, 2pm with the Oncologist

We are a team

Are we on the same team?

The thing is, I’m tired

I’m tired

And there are so many of you

There are too many of you

You’ll be okay

But I want to live!

I pray you’ll be okay

This must be what it feels like to die

Can a person really save someone else?

A single thread slipping through my fingers

A giant chessboard, smooth beneath a mysterious hand

So easy to float away

Pawns of fate, so helpless

So helpless

But fate or not, I make my move

I hold on tight

We plunge ahead

Eyes wide with fear and wonder

Madness and courage

Fear and wonder