Fighting to Die
The days are growing long.
The weather is getting warmer,
your strength grows stronger.
The doctor declares
with a smile upon his face,
βYouβre in remission!β
Remission, a word
to describe the absence
of disease. Finally!
Though the word holds so much
hope, we know true remission begins
after five years pass.
But we will continue to
relish in the doctorβs usage
of the word βremissionβ.
The days are getting short.
The weather is getting colder, and
You seem to be sicker.
Fear creeps into our
veins as we fearfully, silently ask
βWhat if. . .β but it canβt be.
The call came today, our
worst fear has been confirmed.
But, no! It cannot be true.
The demon is back.
It's slowly going to take your life.
Nothing can stop this.
Whispers of cold air
Seep in and chill your fragile bones.
You slowly fade away.
After months of pain,
poison being pumped in your veins, you
lose the fight. You're gone.
Tears streak my face.
Peace is disturbed by our sobs.
You can't really be gone!
Life goes on I'm told.
But how? Such an important
person was stolen.
Seasons pass quickly.
People keep changing everyday.
But you stay the same.
One summer day, when
the pain hasn't faded one bit,
I visit your grave.
I lay flowers down,
and sit to visit with you.
I miss your laugh, smile.
I wish you were here.
I wish I could hear your laugh.
See your smiling face.
You're in a better place.
I know, but I still miss you.
Keep watch over me, okay?
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Wow! This struck a nerve, as I am in my 4th year of remission from stage 4 lymphoma. Β This person was blessed to have you as a friend.
It was my uncle and he fought for 3 years with it. We were sad to see his passing, but know he's in a better place. Congrats on being in year four of remission though! :)
wow this is sad. my daughter lost her hand to cancer. epithelioid sarcoma.
Still hear their voice every single day... Tugs at my heart and brings tears to my eyes recalling my own loss this year. Beautifully penned with sadness running deep within. Β Blessings
Hearing their voice is both a blessing and a curse. We have to hold on to their memory as tightly as we can and remember them in a happier time. I'm sorry for you loss, but remember you have an angel watching over your shoulder now. :)