Oh, I’m sorry 'bout thatThere’s one scan that’s blurrySo we'll try it again
Don’t worry ... don't worry.
Next day I find out
The scans are all clean
Due back in four months
I get past the screen
I’m elated of course
As the tensions subside
Yet the fear lingers on
In the dark, deep inside
There’s no evidence
That shows new disease
But abnormal cells
Could hide there with ease
Better late than never
Better early than late
Better prompt than early
Up ahead, the next gate
Author’s note: I have great respect for other patients, their families and clinicians, who cope with the presence or spread of cancer. I based this poem on a composite of my own personal experience thus far and nothing more. What has your experience been like?
