I fly through the months of follow up therapy
Not because it’s easy, but because the universe made it easy for me
Every time, the room is full of people
Their eyes show everything, heavy burdens, stigma,
fear, pain, worries, hope
We are all so similar at those moments

Another guardian angel enters my life

she takes care of me
After every round, I rest for a bit  and go out walking
and I walk and dance and go out again and laugh a lot
And again and again
The picture I portray for my kids, friends and family

is bright and sunny
and of course positive
They must not know that I am worried and scared

and living someone’s else life

 Hoping to somehow get back to mine