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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Health · #2181776
A poem about my 2018 Breast Cancer path
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 trust
she would know for sure, that was a must



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



But still she referred me to Cork for some tests
and soon after 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
which 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
don’t worry about it, we are the Best



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



A breast? Take off? 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 which now reigns



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



After it got alarming, two times in a row,
they stopped it twice, to not get too low



Natural therapies and support, I didn’t foresee
made my healing grow to where it should be



Before I went back to Cork for the last time
I said goodbye to my breasts 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, to heal and get better
not back to the Old, 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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