This is a beautifully moving poem and speaks to the the fear and denial aaociated with a diagnosis of cancer. I avoided this stage in my cancer history, having been diagnosed when
i was six, over sixty years ago. But I remember well the reaction of my mother. She couldn't accept it and certainly couldn't tell me that my leg would have to be amputated due to osteosarcoma. A priest whom I didn't know nervously told me. I remember crying about the loss of a leg but had no idea what cancer was or the implications. I had no idea i was suppose to die. My mother was never able to address the possibilities and even now denies that there was a strong possibility of death ( over 90%). When i finally understood, my concerns related to th impact of disability on my life and not the reamergence of cancer.