Getting the diagnosis was
unbelievable, sobering,
confusing to the max.
Adjusting to this new reality
is requisite, impossible,
unfinished as of this writing.
Update at 10 (years, we hope).
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Getting the diagnosis was
unbelievable, sobering,
confusing to the max.
Adjusting to this new reality
is requisite, impossible,
unfinished as of this writing.
Update at 10 (years, we hope).
This alludes to the challenges so many survivors face. The uncertainty is evident here, even in your more hopeful stanza. Yes, let’s aim for a report at 10 years — both of us!
Keep writing. . . . .
Oh, this uses the form so well, and that last line!
Thanks for your comments and for introducing us to this form (brand new to me)!
I have two aunts who succumbed- one treated, one refused. A sevenling in the making, I think. Yours calls to mind both my dear ones.
Beautiful, Sheila and very touching.