Loss Of Faith

I feel completely and utterly destroyed
My doctor does not believe in me anymore
I have become a canumdrum
Since I'm moving I'm no longer his problem

The Report

I have an allergy in my cells?
After two go rounds you'd think there would be bells
Going off in his head
The cause A Big Fat ? Mark he'd written on the report instead
No suggestions of research of the cause
You'd think he needs to take pause
To delve into his desk reference book
Or to the internet for solutions to look
Maybe he would gain some insight
And I would be able to sleep through the night
To start the journey of my dreams
To wake up without the screams

My Rock

Thank you for being there, that showed you care enough
To take on Mr. Reaper, that must have been tough
The race with the Reaper is now in the past
Without you she would have been dead last
You gave back what would have been lost
At such a considerable cost
Of yourself being caught off guard
I'm proud of you for taking charge
It must have been intense, watching those seconds tick...tock
For this action you took I'm eternally grateful; after all she is my rock