Wondering how much you have left in this life,
You’re told not to move, for clear pictures my Urologist wants,
So you try to be brave, and act all nonchalant,
To see clearer stuff than blood work for prostate can ever tell,
Could it possibly be the dreaded cancer word nightmare,
How many times have people been there?
You never forget the loud clacking in that tube,
Loud noises coming at you aplenty,
Then, something or someone tells me to pray;
So I start saying “Hail Marys”, over and over,
I start feeling better, stronger no longer afraid, and I’m clear eyed,
For I feel the protector of heaven and earth is at my side.
Time passes in that tube to when they pull me out,
The tech tells me what nice pictures they took with me not moving,
She wonders how I did it, and I say
I prayed the “Hail Mary” over and over for strength,
I no longer have dismay or fear, when both my Mother Marys’ are at my side to thrive,
Somehow, I have a good feeling, I will survive.
A week later, I found out that I did not any tumors on my prostate. So, the Blessed Virgin Mary, and my own Mother, Mary, answered my prayers!
Bob Collazo, 10/17/22
