Battle With Cancer Poem by Kennedy Nayebare

Am seated next to this mother
holding her baby. It's head is
extensively deformed to the front,
I politely ask her what went
wrong, she says that at first it was
a tumor now a grade two cancer
of the brain. Her eyes are teary as
she tightly holds her baby.
Across the hall is another woman,
she looks like she's in agony, my
attention is quickly drawn to the
bulge in her chest towards her
left, she seems unsettled like one
in alot of pain. Suddenly, she
slowly uncovers the bulge, she
then intensively scratches her
seemingly rough-skinned
irritation...I cant believe my eyes,
it's her breast.
Afew seats away from her, on her
right is a teenage boy seated on a
pillow hangingly bent forward,
covered with what looks like boils
all over his skin from his feet to
his face. He too is in alot of pain.
As my eyes keep wandering, a
woman comes in held from both
sides, at first glance one may
think she's an expectant mother
in labor guessing from the frown
on her face, but when I keenly
stare, her tummy is abnormally
enormous...am shocked by this
sight.
There's a young boy, about 12
seated on my left, he's on clutches
and judging from his heavily
plastered right leg, I can tell it's
something to do with his bones.
He then politely asks if he could
have my bottled water, i quickly
oblige. As he sips away, i ask him
why he is that way; he replies, 'I've
got a metal in my leg...my bone was
removed', he stammeringly
adds...a grafted bone I
immediately conclude! Is this to
be my end too? I wonder...