The track clicks in noisy upward suspense.
Buckled in tight there is no escape.
The choice has been made, I've waited in line.
Crowded together, we are silent.
A few lift arms to embrace the free fall drop.
Most crunch in a ball jaws tight Roller Coaster.
I usually love the controlled chaos of gravity play and hair swish, stomach twist and speed, but here I sit on a different ride. Five months of up and down with digestive tricks, others with me strapped tight. The steady upward anticipation toward the first plunge of chemo day. Nervous but at the same time comforted by the oncologist’s analogy.
I’ve always eventually been able to exit the ride.