Please.

Wake me up.
Before my chest erupts to unfurl an enormous blossom.
Before my veins unwind furiously and my hair falls out.
Before my teeth tumble to the ground and an insurgence of ants take refuge.
So scared are they for their families.
For their lives.

From out my cavities they peer into a uncertain fall of night.
It is this black.
This enveloping black that frightens us.
What lingers in it is for us.
And us alone.
Do we stand?
Our breaths are so loud.
Can we stand?
Our heart beats so heavy.
And who will tell us when we are standing upright?

There's a lump in my throat and I think it's Cancer.
I try to swallow and everyday it grows larger.
It's a comfort to know those around me care.
And when I die they may live, laugh, cry and err.