A Cancer poem

February 1, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

2018 was a year to blow my mind
with unexpected news, the nasty kind

 

When at the mirror, I felt it, soft and round
I stood in shock and made no sound

 

Was it, what I so deeply feared
I asked my image, all sadly teared

 

A quick call to my doctor, I so do trust
she would know for sure, that was a must

 

She tapped and squeezed that little spot
and calmed me with “nothing to worry, with what you got!” 

 

But still she referred me to Cork for some tests
and soon I was dressed in hospital vests

 

The waiting for results lasted over a week
not one call before, not even a peek

 

The date of the reveal, I felt like on a wing
but that changed with the news that the bump was a thing

 

The rarer one, the nasty one, I got
the fear took over, will I heal or will I not

 

The surgeon with his calming voice 
explained he already made a choice 

 

Out with the thing, cut and clear
don’t worry, he told me, there is nothing to fear

 

He is a pro and knows his skill
so I handed all over, accepting the pill

 

The result is good, yet not hundred percent
and I need to be careful not to crash into descent

 

We need another one, to clear out the rest
it'll be alright he declared, we are the Best

 

After that, more news were to hit,
it went well, but we must take a breast, 
that's it

 

Take off? A breast? In the bin?
The shock hit hard, but I trusted him

 

After all the procedures, a treatment plan
Chemo, for the rest, said the surgeon man

 

Chemo? It sounds like poison shot through my veins
I am struck with shock and it's fear what now reigns

 

4 months of needles and being wired
possible side effects and constantly tired

 

It nearly killed me, two times in a row, 
then they stopped it, to not get too low

 

Acupuncture and support, I didn’t foresee
makes my healing grow to where it should be

 

Before I went to Cork the very last time
I said goodbye to my "boobs" with plenty of wine

 

Both breasts are taken now for good,
which surprisingly brought me into a better mood

 

The chance for the cancer to come back once more
is taken to an assuring low

 

Now it's time to rest and get better
not back to the once known, but well, no matter

 

I thank the people who supported me
with who without I don’t know where I would be

 

Cancer changes you, inside your soul
and lets you leave things behind and the Old

 

But even it's good, in the here and now
"HE" is observing you changing ... 

 

and humbly I bow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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