Ode To Huntsman Cancer Institute

A Walk Through Huntsman

Today I walk through these halls
Once I came here weekly.
Now I see things differently
But the same mix of emotions exist here.

There is fear in people's eyes.
There is hope in others'.
There is resignation is some.
There is despair in others.

Many seem to accept the limitations,
Others strive for more.
Perhaps the answer is in the next research study,
Perhaps through the next door.

There is hope, healing, and comfort,
There is reason to smile.
The answers here may be incomplete,
But they go the extra mile.

Friendliness ensues and
Smiles are common.
Cute hats abound and
Resources summon.

"The decision is up to you"
Many doctors say,
"We provide counsel"
and will from day to day.

Machines beep,
Needles abound,
Blood count matters and
Blood pressure makes a sound,

Is it all for not?
Do people still die?
Of course they do
Life is terminal after all.

Are we to say what is "too young?"
Do we know when someone's work is done?
There are reasons beyond what we see,
There is a purpose far beyond mortality.

Everyone has an opinion,
They all have evidence.
Finding what is right for me?
That takes humility and confidence.

Confidence that others have been healed,
Hope that little things matter.
Motivation to seek more information,
Serenity to accept what is...and what cannot be changed.

Is there a purpose to all of this?
One that we seem to miss?
Those who are in positions of trust
Now serve others, it seems they must.

This process changes me,
Turns us into people who
Are willing to bear another's burden,
And serve with no hope of reward.

It is a process
Just as Jesus said,
To become like He is,
To follow Him, our Head.