The news, when it came, took the wind from us,
Looking down, we stared at our unsteady legs,
As we sailed through the topic of cancer.
Once we were safely below decks we admitted it,
Here, was no longer just a dot on the horizon,
A place where rocks could still be avoided.
So we bunked down and waited for the storm to brew,
But, strangely, all was calm instead,
As, serenely, we planned for our journey ahead.