Sister (heartbreak) (#4 Na/GloPoWriMo)

I don’t know when my sister will die.
I know her diagnosis and statistics.
I fly, she works, and we go to chemo.
The usual: Taxol plus two. It takes forever,
if only it could take forever.
I get take out and she naps.
That high school friend pops in, how random is that?
And massages lotion on her feet.
My sister lives every single day,
As if it were her last.
We make plans for this summer, but
Not for next year—it seems as if it will stop,
time I mean. As if we all will stop when she does.
I don’t know when my sister will die.