Back in June of 2018, I wrote these words waiting for Louise's blood work numbers. I posted it on commaful back then. She was almost one year into her battle with cancer and nothing but bad luck. This coming Friday we get the numbers from the doctor. 2.5 years into the battle now. I still feel the words.
Excuse me, Can you tell me how to get to Hope Street
I can tell you what the road to Hope Street is paved with
As you drive straight ahead for the State of Forlorn
You may feel some sadness and your heart may get torn
Your mind may get consumed and become miserable
And with every turn everything may seem unthinkable
However, things can change when you get to Change Street
With one turn you will be on Carefree Street
The next left you will find yourself on Strange Street
Along the journey, you will find yourself on Hopeful Street
Don’t get optimistic; soon you will have to turn onto Sorrowful Street
With every wrong left turn and right turn you’ll wonder if your spirit can be respondent
As the road crumbles with each passing mile, you’ll be left feeling so despondent
Don’t worry The next left is Hope Street
This is the path you will have to take. I hope you will enjoy your travel to Hope Street.