The Small White Room (a Poem)

Dear Multiple Hamaratoma Syndrome (as known as Cowden Disease)

I will call you whichever name you please

I sit in another room with white walls

This room reminds me of being three feet tall

Because three feet tall is the size I was back when

You gave me the curse of cancer then

You returned it to me at age fifteen

Six years of remission I had already seen

I'm thirty two now in spite of it all

No longer physically or emotionally small

In my thirties the cancer hid as the coward it is

We caught it early in spite of this

In a room such as this; I have faced many emotions

Much of my life, health was my only devotion

I lost friends to cancers and benign lumps

These friends either did not understand or were being chumps

Many years later these rooms look smaller

It is more than the fact that I am a little taller

In spring of 2003, God gave a gift to me

Inside very similar walls, I learned I was a mom to be

My son was due on Christmas Day

Taken by C-section or he would have been born that way

In November 2004, I focused on the election while rooting for Gore

In spite of his loss, it was somewhat of a bore

Earlier that day again I visited a white walled room

My legs hurt until I heard "Congratulations you are going to be a mom"

In the heat of July, my daughter was born

One boy and one girl-the best of friends from which never to be torn

While I've been told of surgeries, cancer risks, recurrences, and scary things

You, small white rooms can't take away the gifts God brings

Time spent in these rooms hasn't been wasted at all

Even though the time began when I was very small

Who would I be without these health issues?

A sniveling brat who needs to buy stock in tissues?

No matter who I would be; I am who I'm meant to be

No longer fearful, more pleasant, strong as a tree

A Christian, a wife, a mom, a sister, a Sunday school teacher ever expanding

Life isn't over until you stop understanding.

*Sort of reflects the hour I spent in there as I know it isn't the greatest--again being expressive not impressive*