A friend's daughter was diagnosed with a brain tumor at the age of 23. The day of surgery just happened to be on her 24th birthday. She was supposed to be taken into surgery early in the morning, but she had to wait all day until mid-afternoon before they finally took her. All day she couldn't eat or drink anything. Friends and relatives from the East Coast to California were wishing her a happy birthday and a successful surgery. Emotions ran high. It was very surreal. When they finally took her to surgery we didn't know if she would live or die. I wrote this poem for her and her mom that same night after I left the hospital.
