Waiting rooms
For my family
Its always different
Different doctors
Different tests
Different diagnoses
But every time
I walk through
Every time I sit down
All i think is
"Oh god"
And wait
When my name is called
I think "what does today bring"
Then ask myself "more tests"
"More diagnosis"
"Another doctor referral"
As an adult
I should no longer fear doctors
Yet because of chronic illnesses
I always will

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I've spent the last 6 years as a caretaker for my parents. My dad had a stroke 6 years ago, and my mom had tongue/lymphatic cancer 2 years ago, but will soon be undergoing reconstructive surgery on her chin and mouth after some nasty non-cancer related issues popped up after her cancer had been removed.
I've accompanied them to what has to be hundreds of doctor appointments, therapies, and diagnoses. And while I'm not the one getting the procedures and what not, I'm very much a part of the process, holding their hands and being the shoulder to lean on as they go through it all. So, I very much understand and feel for you as well! 💙
Your poem resonates these feelings beautifully! 💚