Cancer Patient - 2019 Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
Cancer Patient - 2019
My wife keeps asking me,
When will you get well?
I answer, I'm not sure,
As Chemo grinds you down
Day to day.
You cannot make any plans
For the hours and days ahead,
Because at times,
You are as helpless as a babe.
My wife and I
Have had a good run, these 43 years.
Raising three healthy children.
Finding happiness here in the
Land of Zion.
I will make the best
Of my tomorrows and
The sunrises yet to come.
A heartrending question, 'When will you get well? ' I hope your treatment will restore you to good health eventually. I like, ' the Land of Zion' as a metaphor.
Michael, Thank you for your kind comments! ! My wife is here for me everyday. If not for her, I would be in a Veteran's Care Facility. I have been blessed to having found a Good Wife.
Jennifer, Thank you for your well wishes. Best of everything to you and yours.
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5/9/2024 10:22:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hank, I have watched you lose 90 pounds but you have not lost your spirit nor your will lo live. The last stanza says it all and should be a lesson or theme for everyone: make the best of tomorrows and sunrises yet to come. We never know when that next sunrise will be the last one.
Kim, thanks for the kind comments! ! I appreciate your friendship and support! !