Meister Eckhart Was Right

Of all my twenty-four Chemo and immunotherapy treatments, Eleven months on now and counting, On only one occasion, one only, I was alone in a private room ( I drew the short straw - It was the only bed available). It hit me, Alone on my own, This was not the way to go: Anathema, awful, Never again no. Chemotherapy, Immunotherapy I declare to be communal, An us exercise, Not a me myself and I one: Too many stories, Too many names and faces, All of them forever In my memory etched; Too many teachers and lessons too, Both simple and profound - It doesn't matter which. "Relation is the essence Of everything that exists." And you know, Meister Eckhart was right.