Surgery
The night before the next surgery,
Playing games in the hotel room.
Laughs and giggles all around.
Tomorrow forgotten for now.
Getting your mind off of things,
You are sitting there laughing,
Carrying on. Tomorrow will be different
No goofing off. No laughter.
Serious tomorrow.
Rushing about in the morning
Getting you to the hospital,
Getting the rest of the cancerous tissue.
Chemo treatments to help heal it all.
That's the surgery that's left,
The removal of the lymph nodes,
And the insertion of a chemotherapy port.
Then we're all set.
Then we will be able to get back to normal.
Normal?
Copyright © Summer Hackney | Year Posted 2008
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