Living With Cancer
I heard the word no woman wants to hear,
at the time a shock, a moment filled with fear,
fear of the unknown, the first thought of mortality,
after many years a change in my normality,
news to be absorbed with unnatural equanimity,
a treatment that would challenge my own femininity,
by now the reader should have grasped the situation,
me and the Oncologist at trhe point of preparation.
In but a few weeks since my life turned upsidr down,
one minute all smiles, and then more hours all frown,
the results of the test I had taken before
were this time reversed, the Oncologist was sure,
the word not one person ever wishes to hear,
a word of six letters to fill you with fear,
a crisis, an ignorance of what it foretells,
brought about by the presence of abnormal cells,
th Doctor speaks quietly, explains there's an answer
to the problem before us, for I have breast cancer.
Now all these years later I'm again the old me,
and for more than a decade, I'm counting you see,
I do my own housework and with new energy
go shopping for others when I have the time free.
It seems like a miracle when I think where I've been
at the time it was Hell and back if you know what I mean,
the physical changes wreaked havoc in the mind,
but the Doctors and Nurses were nothing but kind,
and I am still here with a good tale to tell
now an Octogenerian and I'm doing quite well.
The dark days are long past and I do more than cope,
for from that time of prognosis I've nevr lost hope.
Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2015
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