A poem about every day life with my husband and our struggle with late stage cancer and amputation.. 

I actually wrote this a little while ago but didn't post it here.. I just realisten to the videos.. and yeah.. I totally should have just posted it.. we are our own worst critics..

So here it is.

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Slow Dance

 

Honey, can you come here for a sec?"

The day to day grind

Life with cancer

 

His hands are so thin, and always sore. 

His eyes still smile at me.

I grumble sleepily, but I know I can't help myself anymore. 

It doesn't matter what side of the bed I woke up on.

 

I smile despite myself. 

Turn soft music on

Grab his morning dose

Put on his prosthetic.

 

We wobble as I help him stand

For a moment we dance

Then he whispers

"Hun, I have to go to the bathroom.."

We shuffle down the hallway hand in hand.