Prolia Poems - Poems about Prolia

...Strange invader, from the moment I awaken, you are there - a disgusting leech that has no name. I describe you to various doctors. They tell me they don’t know you and pretend to believe me on ho......

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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 ......

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...A packet of seeds I got in the mail from China it said. Well, isn’t that swell? Having nothing to do – thought I’d plant them for fun, so I watered them daily beneath summer’s sun. Next thing......

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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 c......

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...My doctors, by omission, lied to me. They had me take a drug I didn’t need. It does no good; that drug’s a travesty. Injections twice a year I’d get for free, so to their “sage” advice I then a......

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