On Radiation Therapy

I was inspired to write this when I interned in the radiation sector of the cancer center.

Lying on the thin bed, raised five feet in the air.
The tight mask constricting any possiblity of relaxation.
Staring up at the sky. Hazy, puffy white clouds bright with sunlight.
My view obstructed by the machine.
The soft music is drowned by its whirring.
Arms up. Knees bent. Doors closed.
The machine spins around my head,
and thoughts twirl around my brain.

What do you think of when you lie here?
The green pastures in the room outside.
My mother in the waiting room, wringing her arms.
What could be.
Daydreaming...floating...falling.

Fourteen more days of this.
And then what? I'm cured?

Reviews

[Dante Balsote]

The agony of waiting.

[Austin]

I liked this. I have a band director in school who had to go through all the cancer treatment stuff last couple of years (or at least I think so) and this gives me the idea of kinda what she went through.