As I enter my 7th month of fighting this battle, I find my tolerance for being a patient waining from time to time. So, I wrote a poem about it.

An Impatient Patient

Life speeds by at a safe distance,
A passive observer in an active home,
The loneliness is deafening,
As it echos through my dome.

No longer a participant,
I offer only sideline cheers,
Missing all the little things,
I’m left drowning in my tears.

I lean hard into the fight,
But I trip upon my fears,
As the weeks become months,
Will the months become years?

Tended to, covered and cared for,
The weight of guilt is crushing,
My patient patience wears thin,
But wars aren’t won by rushing…

It’s death with which I’m brushing.

As always, thank you for joining me on this journey. More to come soon.

breast cancer cancer patience patient