Grim diagnosis
She could have been anyone,
Nothing had prepared her for what she was to hear,
As the doctor uttered that one word,
CANCER,
She wished she was suffering from auditory hallucinations,
For a brief moment she lived in a world of denial,
The world seemed to have come to a still,
She panicked,
Flooded with an unexplainable cocktail of emotions,
Channeled in a river of tears,
Gushing from the fountain head,
Of a ready producing gland of tears,
Then she quickly pulled herself together,
For after the diagnosis,
Comes the prognosis,
This needed her full attention,
Some decisions had to be made,
Combination therapy,
A knife on her,
Some poison in her veins,
Some poison from the rays,
You would know from her hair!
She'd seen some win the battle before,
With exercise and diet and deeply abiding faith,
She will not lose without fight,
Help her God,
Combat,
All,
New,
Cells,
Escaping,
Rules of proper living.
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