TEARDROPS

If only tears could be measured,

I wonder how many there'd be?

Do I cry because I am helpless

to keep my beloved from 

pain and discomfort?

Or are the tears shed

in self pity?

Or do I weep for the shattering 

of the us-ness

that is taking place?

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Mr. Bob took these photos during his six hour dose of chemotherapy today.

The nurse reported he arrived back at the Manor completely and utterly exhausted. He goes again tomorrow for a shorter session.