Drumbeat

They keep telling me to stay busy… That if I stay busy I won’t think about it as much and then it will be time for the apt. Time for testing. Time for surgery.

But what they don’t realize is that even at my busiest, craziest, most occupied moments- there is forever and always this drumbeat in the back of my mind that whispers: “cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer. Cancer.”