In this poem I wrote 8 years ago on 9/15/07, I refer to a wonderful church I formerly attended & the hospital floors (Seven East & West) used for pediatric cancer patients at the time I received treatment. As you read you can tell I’m struggling hard searching for a purpose for my post-leukemia life.
Last night I attended NorthRidge’s Discovering the Church,
And like they said would happen, I know where I should SERVE & perch.
After surviving cancer, I can’t ignore
My fellow fighters on the seventh floor.
All over Seven East and West
I know I can relate the best.
I can start by reading my Top-10 list,
So that hair lost by chemo won’t be sadly missed.
I can relate and add humor to patients’ bedside,
And be an EAR to listen & confide.
I can give teenagers notebooks & pens to write,
Because writing heals as you record the story of your plight.
It took awhile, & I was confused,
But I know now where I can be used!
The Beginning . . .