Terminal - Anasarca

It was a regular Monday evening

I was feeling a big weak

I blamed it on being out in the sun for too long

It was about seven as my phone rang

It was my doctor and life-time confidante

He didn’t seem to be himself that night

In his voice I heard some king of fright

I asked him jokingly why he called and then stated

Jokes about dying of some rare disease

It was at this point that I knew that something was wrong

He then proceeded to tell me my brief and boring medical history

Finally he laid it on me I has cancer and it was terminal

The days that followed were difficult

The reactions varied from person to reason

My parents told me to be strong and reassured me

That they were there for me

Finally I realized I have cancer and it’s terminal

I have to deal with it, trying to help myself

I felt ostracised from my family and friends

Everyone said that they were concerned

But no one really knows what they should do

No one really knows what to do

Difficult days not getting mad

Difficult days the days you know you will die