She wants to put an end to waiting
To see if there’s relief
From the disease that’s eating her
Her only weapon is belief
Will the latest set of scans
Prove inconclusive
Or unremarkable, even better
And will this result give
Her the permission to live
For another three months
While she wait for the next set of scans
To put her back in the dumps
So the relief of finding out
Of learning her short term fate
Is a poisoned chalice at best
And one that is best left until late
In the day she meets the oncologist
Who tells you what the scans mean
So she can spend another three months
Living in this impossible scene
She only has so many cycles left in her
Only so many trips to the well
Before she packs it all in
And tells them all to go to hell
She wants to put an end to waiting
To see if there’s relief
From the disease that’s eating her
Her only weapon is belief