A person living with metastatic breast cancer shares a poem regarding how her life changed in an instant, and how she continues to push forward even though her disease is extensive.
I was only aged 38.
I thought my life was going just great.
Until one day I found a lump,
A hard, round cancerous bump.
Which led to hospital beds
And way too many meds.
My life became countless pills
And endless bills.
As the chemo slowly drips,
I have my moment to come to grips,
With the new reality I am facing,
The future for which I am now embracing.
No lashes, no brows, no hair,
Thanks, chemo, now I’m bare.
Nothing makeup or wigs can’t hide,
Only you know yourself inside.
I will not let appointments and IV poles
Interfere with my life’s goals.
I am moving ahead.
I refuse to spend my days in bed.
I will not mope,
For I have hope,
To live another day and to continue to keep my cancer at bay.
Writing to get these words off my chest,
As I rid this tumor from my breast.
I’m in a place of healing,
Hearing of tumors tends to spread rumors.
All my sharing
appears to help with how I’m faring,
From the pain that I have felt
with the cards I’ve been dealt.
They say you don’t look sick,
as the cancer clock continues to tick.
Slash, poison, burn. Treat, scan, repeat.
I will not give in to defeat.
It’s spread to my liver, my lung,
For me, no bell will ever be rung.
Treatment for life,
Living with a disease that is rife.
Although my scarring
May be marring,
I’m still here.
I’ve survived another year.
We need a cure,
That's one thing I know for sure.
All the lives lost,
It must be stopped at all costs.
My outlook continues to remain bright,
What other choice do I have but to finish this fight.
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