Cancer Sux Poem by Sandra Regan

Cancer SUX.
Stage 4 the end is near or is it?
Will it come in night like a warm swift breeze calmly sweeping over as she sleeps?
Will it be harsh and painful like a storm ripping over the unknowing sea?
Will it be? Won't it be?
Will you get hit by a bus first?
Fear. Dreaded middle of the night phone call.
Unknowing. Who calls me on my cell?
Sleepless nights.
Worry never ending.
Cancer sux.
Eyes full of concern.
Friends with worried brows.
Tears flow at dawn's first light when all is still.
Moments of bravery, yes...
Be brave.
Life and death.
Yin and yang.
Light and Dark.
Peace...
Inner peace wrap around me. Comfort me. Heal me.
Inner peace be with her. Surround her with light. Comfort her when she sleeps.
Heal her worry.
This part of life sux.
I've decided that death sux too.
Anger make me strong.
Breathe. I'm OK. Your OK. I will be OK.
Yes indeed, cancer sux.