Cancer Free a Very Lucky Me
My future looked bleak
I was extremely weak
Riddled with cancer, my spirit was giving up
Until a friend came to visit me and told me literally to 'shut up'
Chemotherapy had made me worse
It was not a medicine but a curse
My friend cared for me for days on end
Wrote e-mails to every cancer Specialist she could send
One replied, he was eager to help
I let out a half hearted yelp
He studied my case intensively
There was a cure to be cancer free
It was expensive as to be expected
But he too had once been infected
He understood my pain
Refused to use it to his gain
He paid for my surgery
Even for my recovery
Today, I am a healthy man
Now, I too make it a point to help everybody that I can!
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