Recondite illnesses of fateful obscurity
A snowball in a snow globe seen yet difficult to see
Unusually dense I failed each test
Winter settled in leaving flurries in my chest.
Scratched and scarred and moored by a port
I laid there waiting in pain and contorted.
“Go home get your affairs together.”
But there’s too much to tend to, my nest still to feather.
A future unknown with three tumors unseen
Cut my life down the center right in between
My eyes through the site of a two barreled gun.
The results signed by a doctor reads, “yes my PET, life’s over and done.”
But I raced away until I could no longer breathe
And decided that my life was too valuable to concede.
But when density was a meaningless number
Nothing to report no information for the owner
Secrets and lies and then one day a surprise
When the ultrasound found what the snow had disguised.
So here I sit nearing six years later
Among my affairs and hoards of paper
I decided that day I wasn’t through living.
And not doctors or nurses but I who needs forgiving.
It’s no ones fault when their born to possess
Two ticking time bombs planted in their chest.
There’s a gene a mutation that no one can find
So my kindred spirits in body and mind
Please look at me, doing well enough I hope
It’s cancer – not God’s punchline to a killing joke.