T-Cell Words from the physician, seem so surreal, A dagger - lunging at the heart, with intent to kill.   The world around me stands still, numbness sets in, As I grasp for reality, the face of denial begins to grin.   But, truth is truth, life is life, one must accept the facts, No time to question God, no time for looking back.   Countless prayers, spanning across the nation, The shaving of 2 heads, strange stares & humiliation.   Bags of Mountain Dew, pumping through the veins, Weeks in confinement, many aches and many pains.   Paint brushes and canvas, off to work we go, Radio, newspapers, The Geraldo Rivera Show.   An artist emerges, A year of discovery, We pace ourselves, on this road to recovery....   -Micky Johnson, 5/17/06 (Micky wrote this poem about our last year...the Mountain Dew pumping thru the veins line refers to Maddox's chemo he got...it was the same color as Mt. Dew...it was our little joke).