Mother Don't Press The Tranquilizer In Your Arm

Reality...

"Mother, it's been three whole weeks..." I said one morning when she stayed in bed for far too long. "Go to the doctor's..."

She wasn't happy with me, nor anyone. We all stopped listening to her. She grew tired of our games and gave up. She still laughs and smiles with Father. She still has hopes and dreams, but the Beast came and gave her something wicked.

"Mom," I said one evening when she said she wasn't hungry, "Did you go?"

She looked at me like she does a muel. "I did," she hissed.

"What...What did they say...?" My chest wasn't where it was suppose to be, my heart on the floor at her feet, my lungs malfunctioning as she kept quiet.

"It's not cancerous but they still want to remove it..."

I placed a hand over my pounding coal, wondering why she was so calm. She smiled at Father as he began to the Family way of coping and make crude jokes. I did not laugh. I went to my room.

I sat alone, and thought of everything I had accomplished in my life with Mother. I can up empty handed, curled into the dark, and wept.

I don't want to lose Mother to cancer, I realized, not to breast cancer, not to any kind!

She sits at work now, going on about life like it's all fine. She turned Zombie again. I guess that's where I learned it from.

At least she smiles, so I will too.

Author's Note

It's a touchy subject but it helps me deal with it, to put it in ink. And in this moment, I'm glad She's okay. Mother is strong. I will be too.