What now? Eyes plead for relief.
Two years of drugs, of appointments, of IVs,
Chemicals run through her overused veins
Attempt to stall, to rid her of decaying cells.
What now? More tests, more scans, more everything.
Venomous matter moved from her breast, to her arm, to her lung.
Wasn't that enough? Didn't she go through this already?
More is demanded and more is taken each day.
What now? Spreads like fire to her brain, to her organs.
Surgery, radiation, more drugs pumped through tubes.
Strength and blood drained from her
Freedom and independence taken prematurely.
What now? Hope fades as reality hits.
Her life becomes a memory stored
Tangled with good times but marred by an outcome
That grows nearer with each breath.
What Now? Death is knocking on the door
Taking her laughter, taking her hope,taking her drive.
Reluctantly, with one last breath, she whispers goodbye.
What do I do with myself now?
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