The waiting room

22nd October 2016

It's the waiting room full of old people.
They look sad, weary.
I want to shout "at least you're old"
"Look at him! What wonderful things were you doing at his age?
How much living and loving did you have left? He's only 31!"

Cancer makes me heartless.
Cancer makes me look at the beloved grannies, the treasured grandfathers, husbands and say
"Well...good innings"

This isn't me, devoid of compassion.
But a stranger's fate is never so hard to bear from the outside,

This week I cry tears of happiness for a friend's beautiful baby given the all clear
I cry sad tears for a good friend gone too soon.
I cry fat, hot angry tears for what I will lose and never regain.