riding it out....

I’m on a roller coaster called Cancer.

My dad is riding in the front seat with my mother
my sister and brother and I are sitting behind them.
On the first turn, are CAT scans, blood tests, PET scans, biopsies.
Then we begin our ascent to the loop of horrible prognosis
and we begin to feel death.
As we come down from the first loop,
we feel hope and smooth sailing
The next loop comes fast and we see that the loops don’t end.
Each one is more Chemo, more hospitals, more tests
All I want to do is jump off this coaster,
but I am fastened in tight and can barely breathe
I’m too weak
My crying has ceased