This is a little poem that has become my mantra over the past three weeks while my mother is in the hospital with AML for the third time and waiting for a sct...
I don't know if it can help others, but it has helped me so much. From me to all of you...
Leukemia, be not proud, for you have not won,
not yet, not mighty, and not dreadful,
you are, but only, a reminder, of what we all must face,
in youth or in age, that we are born to die,
and with or without you,
inside of us now or lurking in the shadow,
we will go on, helping one another,
stirring hearts, and laughing,
we have taken risks, without complaints,
and we have learned, without regrets,
that all we have is who we are,
and we are everything we want to be,
the greatest parent, the greatest child,
sibling, friend, partner, husband, and wife,
the greatest life, with or without you.