God picked me to carry this disease I’ve been fighting hard, and it hasn’t been easy Treatments after treatments Tests after tests I tried so hard but I guess it wasn’t my best I’m getting weaker and weaker As the days go on Struggling to hold it together As my body feels like it weighs a ton No ambition No determination No strength anymore I don’t know how much more I can endure One more evaluation To see what’s next But I think I’ve given up This, I must confess Only God knows when I’m suppose to leave But please God, be with my family When the times comes for them to grieve...
I wrote this for my mother in laws husband who may be put into hospice this week.... I wrote it as the perspective of him saying this to us. Please send prayers his way... his name is Gene... Thank you in advance