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I watch his mouth and he is speaking, but I don�t hear the words. My husband touches my shoulder, �Honey, he says you probably have at least six months� What is six months? It takes nine to have a baby. Twelve for another birthday to roll around. At least two years to finish college. I realize my mouth is hanging open. I don�t know what to say, so I ask �Did the Yankees win last night?� Guess that�s what they call denial, for sure. The big man in the white coat continues, �We have some promising new drugs.� �Minimal side effects, only slight nausea, hair loss� �Great� I say. �Maybe I can suggest a counselor.� �It helps to vent your feelings as you go through stages.� He rubs my back, �I�m so sorry!� They look at me, waiting for a comment. Oh yeah, I am supposed to make them feel better. What will happen if I rage and scream and throw instruments? I get up, put on my clothes, walk out of the office. Go next door to the travel agency and book a five month cruise. By Kathie Stehr 2001 |
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| This particular poem will probably seem very upsetting to you but I love the main character in this. I wanted to convey her attitude and strength while the other 2 people involved come across as weak. The rainbow above is HOPE because we all have to die but when we know about how long we have, we can make our plans in our way!!!!!! |