When Mom was diagnosed with cancer.

We both had jobs.

We both had families.



Mom had cancer.


Mom was pivotal,

In the care,

Of her daughter.

Mom was the leader,

Of the family at large.

Our children’s care giver.

The nucleus of our universe.


Without question,

We were going,

To be there,

For Mom.

We would

Be her rock.

We did not want,

To lose our nucleus.

Her survival,

Pivotal to ours.


The hardest day...

The first day,

At the cancer clinic.


We had underestimated,

Mom’s feelings.

We had not talked

About them.

We were too busy

Trying...to avoid the truth.

Always the leader.

We weren’t prepared,

For Mom to be in need. 


Car parked,

We walked,

Towards the building.

We realised,

Mom was not with us.

We turned to find her.


It was heartbreaking.



Still standing

By the car.

Could not move.


In a state of panic,

Her fear,

Had taken over. 


She allowed us,

To usher her

Towards the building.

But, she could not

Go through the doorway. 

We, all three of us,

Just stood there. 


A woman,

A kind, kind woman...

Came to us.

Smiling warmly at Mom,

Offering her hand,

Welcoming Mom,

As she led us inside.


She didn’t ask any questions.

Somehow, she knew,

None of us could speak.

She brought us all water,

She sat and spoke gently,

About nothing at all.


We recovered.

We went to the waiting room.

The place was beautiful,

And quiet.


Over time,

It became a familiar place.

We put our faith,

In the people.

We put our optimism,

In the lead. 

We put our Mom,

In their hands. 



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