Jan Turner Wilson
November 9, 2011

40 Days Have Come and Gone, Now Only 4 Remain…

I remember that day in September so well.
The day you walked through those doors.
The doors that hold the chamber of life and/or death.
And the angels of mercy that mark the path that is taken.

You stood and paced, waiting for your name to be called.
While I sat and prayed that nothing would go wrong.
Through the doors and down the hall you walked.
Head held high, but eyes they could not lie.
Fear like you have never known was walking by your side.

White as a ghost you emerged.
‘Let’s get out of here’ was all you said.
And into the warm, crisp air you fled.
Hands on you knees, you breathed in the air.
‘I don’t want to ever have to go back there.’

But day after day you went, they at first told you only had 40.
You are now at 40 and have 4 more to go.
I watched you get over your fear.
And even laugh at some of the things that have been said.

You talk to your doctor only once a week.
And his reports shows everything going as planned.
The cancer is shrinking away.
And with it’s demise, good cells also dies.

By Friday of each week you are dragging.
More tired than the last.
I’ve watched you go from hot to cold.
Your hormones battling, out of control.

Tuesday, next week, we will celebrate.
No more getting up early 5 days a week.
You will be free to sleep again till noon.
And not be so tired when from work you come home late each night.

So much has happened since we met.
Good things and bad.
It seems like we have know each other all our lives.
When actually its only been 2 ½ short years.

I just want you to know that I will always be there for you.
As you where there for me.
We both have wiped the others tears.
And through it all our love has grown.

4 more days and treatments are over.
By your side I will stand by you.
As you reach above your head.
And ring that bell of freedom.
Thank you God, this part of the journeys done.

Jan T. Greene
11/09/2011