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…because at the end of the day, I connected two comments together and realized how horrifying disrespectful it is to one person and how it’s also sadly true for the other. My aunt lays in the hospital with major health issues, all of which are simple peasant girls surrounding Queen Cancer. She needs a higher blood count and has an infection, both of which have to be treated before her next round of chemo. The disease and the chemo are aggressive, so we have to play the time game. Will she get well enough for her next round of chemo? Will she then be able to tolerate chemo?
Before I knew about the infection my aunt has, I said to poeticgrin: I would love to have the flu/sickness right now. I meant it for completely selfish reasons. Get out of work. Sleep. Doing nothing.
I want to be a little sick
When she’s a lot
When a little sick
Turns into intensive care units
To emergency units
To the time of death
To the morgue
To the funeral
To be buried.
Or burned.
She lays in the hospital bed
moaning in pain
her mouth forming a perfect “O”
where her toothless smile should be
her eyes squeezed shut
as if every fiber of her being
wants to purge itself
of itself
of the pain and disease inside
And I wonder:
when can I leave?
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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