The words your biopsy had come back showing an early cancer
Playing on a constant loop
Sitting with the oncologist, I watch his lips move but all I can hear is my own pulse in my ears, quickening
The air in the room is harder to find I know I’m breathing but my chest feels like it’s about to explode
Cancer is the only word I keep hearing
I nod my head as he explains my surgery and I take all the leaflets graciously even though I know I won’t read them
I want to live , I want to live
-Angelina Galeano-