Cancer, did you say?
So you think that it might be curable...
Why, pray, the emphasis on "might"?
Ah! now why is your gaze so shifty dear doctor?
I thought that you were the panacea in this world of woes:
The Divinity of God almost, Destiny reincarnate:
The One who decides the earthly traffic, who comes and who goes;
The One who has a solution for every physical need(save one!),
The One who knows best when some petty man must die,
The One whose mere glance will know in me which disease has a seed...
The One who knows best if Euthanasia is the only way out,
The One who decides if a patient deserves his body to be shredded for treatment,
The One whose presence relieves even his worst enemy when in need,
The One who has strength to bear deaths everyday and move on:
You doctor, do you flinch now,
Do you hesitate to tell me the truth?
You shuffle, you cough, you smile with a fixity of purpose:
I need neither your doubt, nor your assurance.
I want the truth, the Truth alone.
Now tell me doctor,
Tell me the One Truth,
Don't blend it with considerations,
False hopes, loving words, sobriety,
Spirituality(which I lack), Faith, Time(which you lack),
The progress of science(an illusion anyway),
The stages of cancer(the only reality for her),
The loans available for funding the treatment,
Just tell me.
Tell me now: Will she live or no?
If yes, how? If no, why?
Will she live to see my death,
Or do I have to see her perish away...
Day after day, decaying to dust?
Speak Doctor, you have the horrible task, I admit:
But speak you omniscient, tell me when she'll die.