Best Oncologist Poems

This bridge has arched the lake's narrows
for a century, flanked on either side
by Autumn trees shedding their faded leaves,
blowing with the first snowflakes
across worn gray stones of my spirit.

Six months ago you felt the first pain.
Now you lie in white sterility
of hospice care, continually exorcizing
the...

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I’ve never experienced hallelujah or come-to -Jesus moments
like I’m sure many religious folks do.
I’ve never spoken in tongues (nor would I want to).
I don’t believe I was ever moved much by the Holy Spirit in church
although I have been moved 
by stories of compassion told...

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I was coming up on 60, when I found a lump in my left breast.
One day of anxiety turned into two weeks of tribulation
as I returned again and again to the hospital for tests.
At last, I got my verdict: level 2 estrogen-driven cancer.
At this time,...

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When I was diagnosed last year with cancer of my breast
That was when my faith was really put to the test
For a while I just felt numb then reality kicked in
And the hardest trial I ever faced was about to begin
When I first met the...

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Room 5 – that’s where it starts
It is always 14 minutes from being nowhere
You can settle in for liquid cocktails
Ordered up by an oncologist and pharmacist
The mixologist has 10 years experience delivering the Red Devil
No mucking about. She knows how to get you where you...

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Well, Pop is resting now.

He didn’t get to go home on Thursday. The Oncologist 
wanted him to have either Hospice or Home Health Care.
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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...

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So as not to come under the scrutiny of an oncologist,
Each six months to check my moles I visit my dermatologist!
His exam is as thorough as that of an investigative criminologist.
Sometimes he'll take a biopsy and forward it to a microbiologist!

Many times he's had my...

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I do not know if I truly have ever been granted
divine intervention, but most likely I received it
after my surgery for breast cancer when a biopsy was done
to determine if I was “genetic” for my condition.
After an unbearable three-week wait, I was told
I would need...

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acrostic

2   Two family members died this past year.
0   Zero was the amount of my last raise.
1   One car needs new tires, the other new brakes. 
5   Five trips to my oncologist since June.

G   Gratitude understands...

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There was a backup outside the radiation therapy room.  Two patients were rolled up in their 
wheel chairs and left outside while their nurses went to check on the schedule.

He was sixty-five.  She was twelve.

Sitting there in their humiliating hospital gowns they looked...

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breast cancer runs rampant within me late mother side
whar moost every female diagnosed with emotional ride
into the depths of despair where metastatic cells pried
their way into the appendages whar din o suckling provide
did initial sustenance prior to malignant growth lied 

Innocuously within fleshy tissue til...

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Dear Santa:

Although there are some things I'd really like
(a sauna or massage bed comes to mind)
and who'd not like a fun, fast pretty car?
But what I want is difficult to find!

I had it once - but I was in my youth.
From pain of body parts...

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The day my life went bizacko,
I had me a brush with “big C”
“No biggie; just radiation,” they said,
“after lumpectomy.”

“No, wait,” said the surgeon,“Your cancer’s genetic!
Let’s have you do chemo too.”
A doctor friend wiser said that would be
a ludicrous thing to do.

Chemo just for prevention?
How wackadoodle...

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How sad!
How bad
I didn't know, I just found out
Your lovely daughter, she spat it out
Nine years had flown by
I did not know you were going to die
Even when we reconnected you were braver than I
You with an incurable illness, knowing you would soon die
I heard...

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