March 29 - glioblastoma multiforme progression

I wrote this a month or so ago. I just ran across it again this morning...even more true as time goes by on this ugly journey...


My plea today...

Ugly whispers on the wind…
Change is coming once again.
Days are sliding quickly by…....
Clouds now darken once blue skies.

Helpless, hopeless…anxious times…
Our reach becomes a withering vine.
Piece by piece…we watch him go…
For how long…no one can know.
Words and memories failing fast…
Yellowed, faded photographs.
And now we ask…in quiet tones….
For grace and peace as he goes home.