Counting

Sometimes

It felt like

It was all

my fault.

One time

I'd even said

“You’re gonna get -

cancer”

When my sister went

To a tanning booth.

Little

Did we know.

Little

Did we know

About the crying

The trying

The retching

The counting.

The counting

Of every cell

Every chemo infusion

Every radiation treatment

Every day of isolation

Counting.

Counting.

Counting on -

God?

Are you there?

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If you’re a person of faith, did your experience with cancer through your sibling shake your faith at all? Or was it an anchor of steadfast hope? For me, it was a bit of both. I’d love to hear from you in the comments below.