The Prognosis
The Prognosis
He put on his best smile as he walked into the room,
But he knew the prognosis and it was bad, he hated being the bearer of gloom.
He said it would seem like your heart would get hardened to it after awhile,
But it is so hard knowing and trying to show hope with a smile.
And as he spoke she read what his smile was trying to hide,
She said doctor I’m a big girl and besides I’ve already cried.
He said we can prolong it, but it will cause only more suffering and pain,
And we can’t operate it’s embedded too deep in the brain.
He said three maybe four months, I’d promise you more if I could,
She replied that’s more than I need and I’m thankful, and yes I know that you would.
He said when the pain starts getting really intense then you’ll know your time is getting near,
He said I’m so sorry and I just wish there was more I could do, I’m truly so sorry my dear!
She held his hand and said doc, dying is also a part of living,
She said God will bless you for your part, for all the love and the care you are giving.
She said I’m glad you’ll be there with me, the day I take my last and final breath,
She said I know where I am going and I fear not this death.
This is a fictitious write,
it is just a story that came to my head.
God Bless All, Ron
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