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The Big C

Deep down inside, you found your place. You're buried, hard to get at, yet, on the inside, you're making your case. You know what you are. The Big C, the great destroyer of men, and women, and children. But not me. Because you're here, let's be clear, I'm here for the duration, and you came without an invitation. There's more for me out there, I'll keep on going till you do me in, bald or not, fat or thin. Flood my veins and arteries, the chemo makes me sick, sick, sick. please, let's just get this over quick.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 9/25/2017 8:30:00 PM
A moving piece and shows the resilience of the human spirit. If this is based on personal experience my heart and prayers go out to you.
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Rick Eichelberg
Date: 9/26/2017 1:35:00 PM
Unfortunately, yes it is based on personal experience. 8 weeks ago I was diagnosed with 2 malignant tumours on my right Kidney. They have both been excised, and there's no signs anywhere else, but I'm still on Chemo and bald as a coot! Some days, writing is the only thing that makes me want to try and get out of bed :)
Date: 9/25/2017 6:19:00 PM
I started writing when my hubby had cancer surgery - its the scourge of many lives:-( hugs jan xx
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Date: 9/25/2017 5:54:00 PM
OH cancer is such a dreadful sickness and scare. I had it years ago. I can relate to your expressive poem !
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