in the waiting room now,
Among the sick and diseased,
A group I would have never felt so close to
Even six months ago.
Now waiting patiently, on hold so to speak,
Until the surgeon clears me.
Clears me for a continuation of chemo.
Poison, not enough to kill the body (hopefully),
In his own words, as he calls the chemotherapy poison, and talks about our HOPE for the future. Together. ~ Janean