Something the size of a pea
Lodged at the base of the brain
So necessary to everything else
Such a grievous source of trouble
That’s the pituitary gland that has a tumor
In my daughter my dear sweet daughter
Told she needs surgery and further treatment
Learning the possible negative consequences
Truly terrible awful very bad news
And yet it could be worse
As she is quick to point out
And she will likely get her life back intact
So we hope for the best
As we wait for the day of incision
And the follow up test results
And the patient healing process
No matter how it all turns out
Nothing can take away who you are
Knowing how much you are loved
And what you have given us
