Music was her therapy, the lyrics were her recipe
as the disease took over her body and her family
she sang her heart out until she could beat the enemy
Who took her mobility and her ability to shoot a three
Her chances to go to a University and become a chef like she wanted to be
All disappeared after Oncology revealed the answer
“Your babygirl has cancer and we don’t know how long you’re going to have her”
Three cycles of chemo plus 9 more days of toxic drugs
A bone marrow transplant then remain in isolation for a few more months.
Separated by a glass window from her little brother
Holding back my tears, trying to be strong cause I’m her mother
Her baby sister having to step up and play the big sister role
While I remind myself every minute of the day, that God is in control.
She’s going to beat this, if I say it out loud, I will speak it into existence
Even when I can’t be at the hospital, I will speak on it from a distance.