Kenneth MATTOON Poet Rhyme

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I had a form of throat cancer, in 2009. Diagnosed 3 years to the day that I lost my mother to throat cancer. I am lucky for now 16 years I am cancer free. But for many the end was sad. No one deserves to go through this nasty disease, and friends and family surely don't deserve the pain of watching their loved ones pass way. 

Cancer

CONTROLLING
AGONIZING
NAUSEA
CHEMO
ENERGY LOSS
RADIATION

Diagnosis cancer two-thousand and nine
Emotion overload, life frozen in time
Tracheotomy - Chemo - Radiation
Depression - Anger - Trepidation 

Strong sense of survival, don't want to die
Praying to God, while starting to cry
With support of family and God above
Friends a coworkers showing their love

Chemotherapy times eight
Radiation therapy thirty-five
Nausea , dry mouth, and thing you hate
Six months later and you survived

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Ray Zottola June 7, 2025 at 4:22 AM Dear Kenneth, Thank you for commenting on my poem. A trampled heart, no, but often we focus on anothers faults rather than qualities driving us apart. By the time we recognize it, its to late to repair. I too am a survivor. A hard road. No buts about it. Best wishes! I understand the pain. Z

Ray Zottola June 7, 2025 at 4:21 AM Dear Kenneth, Thank you for commenting on my poem. A trampled heart, no, but often we focus on anothers faults rather than qualities driving us apart. By the time we recognize it, its to late to repair. I too am a survivor. A hard road. No buts about it. Best wishes! I understand the pain. Z

Panagiota Romios May 25, 2025 at 1:40 PM Kenneth! What a moving poem..OMG. When we realizt the many who stood by you through your fears, it is a miracle! I have respect for you for being truthful and candid about your experience I think of the people here alone, who might be going through the same thing or other physical traumas and mental traumas that we don’t know about. But I would like to know more about them where he than how pretty the flowers are. You are one great man, my friend. Hugs,,,Pangie xx