3…2…1

 My aunt

was diagnosed with colon cancer

a year ago,

maybe two.

stage 3

we thought she’d have it forever

and when we got the FaceTime 

I was a coward

and ran to my room and cried.

I felt helpless

as did she

to hear about how terrible she felt while on chemo

her hair thinning and turning turning grey

from the beautiful long black waves she had before

on our family trip

she was too stressed to be kind.

being yelled at on a subway 

hurts.

After the diagnosis,

everything with her 

was 

3….

2….

1….

always 

             at

                 the

                        tipping

                                      point.