I am still not ready to face the world

I am still not ready to face the world,
I would say to myself every morning,
But today was different.
I woke from the hospital bed,
And stared at the wires and tubes that were hooked up to me.
I wondered what life would be like after I was discharged.
A nurse came and wheeled me to a van
That would take me home,
For the first time in 3 years.
Now millions of questions started to pop up in my head,
Destroying my peace of mind.
Pounding and knocking,
At the top of my skull.
Searching, begging, longing for answers.
But I had no answer to any of the questions.
“I’m just a ten year old cancer patient,” I thought
As I scratched my hairless head.